“Floppy” Portraits by Nick Gentry
In the early eighties, my mother drove a baby blue, Cadillac Seville that featured an eight track tape deck. Because the cassettes were the size of a shoebox you could only haul around a few selections. We knew the entire of score of the Broadway musical CATS and to this day I can tell you the order of songs on the Electric Horseman soundtrack. “Mamma, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys…”
About this time, Sister Claire Therese, my high school physics teacher, was teaching me Fortran.
Nick Gentry knows how to deal with obsolescence. His portraits on floppy discs do more than store memory.
Gallery representation: Robert Fontaine Gallery and Whisper Fine Art
I would like to gently encourage you to examine, say, the last couple dozen art choices you’ve made with an eye toward how many (overwhelming) involve what could be termed “gimmick art.” Pencils, credit cards, paper, coins; I can’t remember them all.
Do you need artist suggestions?