sunday early morning

Sunday was sweet. Baris called on Saturday from Brooklyn and reminded me of the second
Sunday Morning early shooting we were planning to do. We said “lets
do it”. I told him to call me to wake me up. then Mete called from 100th street. I reminded him of the second Early Sunday morning shooting we were planning to do. He came over to Chinatown…

I woke up at 5am and called Baris. he answered the phone and later on woke up.he hopped on his bike, crossed the Brooklyn Bridge and came over. After a
partially nice Turkish coffee prepared by partially awake me, we hit the
streets. The result was happiness and joy.





Posted in I give these to you on October 12th, 2004 by na | | 1 Comments

stepped up and spoke up

Creative Time has done good again, with another project. Running through
November 13, 2004 they have this installation up at a few blocks from my
house. Freedom of Expression.

So we went there with friends one night and screamed a bunch of non-sense:
“Give me a green card! Please.” (since it was close enough to the INS office)
“Allah-u-akbar..” this one was an interesting idea since we were right across the court.


Posted in I thought these on October 1st, 2004 by na | | 0 Comments

material virtual reality



In the Economist I had read about these virtual worlds being popular in Asia. However I imagined them as Final Fantasy worlds where you have a goal which you have to accomplish. I guess it’s not exactly that. I heard this online game Second Life through Boing boing. It’s just like Sims -which I never played-. But it’s just seriously virtual. There are “80’s Disco Parties” in there! We sat down with this woman and talked about the meaning of -second- life, and the hierarchy of needs in virtual life. I said “we’ll all die eventually” and left.

Virtual schizophrenia comes to Second Life>
“Burning Man” realm in online world of Second Life
I’ll be at a virtual book-club meeting in gamespace this Sunday
Virtual Oz theme-park created in online game

I beleive it will get bigger and better from here.

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she paints

Ok. I'm over it. A 4 year old can paint. She can sell her paintings. She can sell them in a gallery in Soho, with 200 people attenting her opening night. She can make $40,000 from it. She can price her new paintings from $6,000 to people on her “waiting list”

But don't tell me she is “real”.

Her webpage is here.
NY Times article is in the extended entry:

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl

Published: September 28, 2004

INGHAMTON, N.Y. – The hottest new abstract artist in town has reason to celebrate.

This summer, she went from selling her work in a coffee shop to having her own gallery show.

After a local newspaper's feature on her, about 2,000 people came for opening night – everyone from serious collectors to the artist's preschool teacher. She earned more money than she could comprehend. The gallery owner said it was his most successful show ever and scheduled a second one for October.

So celebrate, the artist did. During a recent visit, she climbed on a big bouncing ball shaped like a frog, grabbed the handles and bounced around the house with laughter pealing and pigtails flying.

The artist is Marla Olmstead. She is 4.

Her preschool teacher hasn't taught Marla much of anything yet. And nobody wants her to – at least when it comes to painting.

“I think Marla is as gifted as any child I've ever seen,” said Anthony Brunelli, the Fine Arts gallery owner in Binghamton, who is displaying Marla's work. “I don't think she's aware of what she's doing. I think it comes from within.”

Marla uses bright acrylic paints, which she brushes, splatters and scrapes on large canvases to create art that commands attention. She sometimes works on one piece for days at a time. When she decides she is finished, she gives her paintings titles like “Dinosaur,” or something reminiscent of a bedtime monster. Then she leaves the grown-ups to see images and meaning.

In the beginning, her parents said, people bought her work without knowing her age. Then customers bought it because of her age. Some say she is a prodigy. Some say she is just playing. Her parents are sensitive to criticism that has not been voiced yet – at least not to them. They do not push her to paint or tell her how to do it, they said, and they do not spend a penny of her growing bank account. If she decides she wants to stop, she will stop.

Marla's father, Mark Olmstead, a manager of a Frito-Lay manufacturing plant, was the first artist in the house. “You know how some parents put their kids in front of a TV to keep them occupied?” said Mr. Olmstead, an amateur painter. “Well, I let her paint, so I could paint.”

She first picked up a brush when she was 1, painting on an easel. Then her dad would put her on top of the dining room table and let her paint on canvases. “Soon after, I was letting her paint and I was watching,” Mr.

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Olmstead said.

By age 3, Marla's paintings caught the attention of a family friend who wanted to display them in his coffee shop. When customers asked to buy Marla's first large canvas painting, the artist's mother, Laura Olmstead, who works part-time as a receptionist, priced it high, she thought – $250 – so it wouldn't sell, because she had a sentimental attachment to it. It sold the first day.

“She has no concept of money,” her mother said. “She was really into lip gloss, so I told her it was enough money to buy a whole room of lip gloss.”

This spring, a friend of Mr. Brunelli's bought one, and brought it to him at the Fine Arts gallery. Mr. Brunelli is a painter whose photorealistic works are displayed in SoHo. He was drawn to Marla's work. He and his friend stared at it like children staring at clouds, seeing flamenco dancers and their vivid movements on the canvas.

Then the friend told him the artist was a toddler. “I admit I was a little skeptical at first,” Mr. Brunelli said.

He discovered Marla's father was his high school classmate. A week later, he visited the family, scrutinized more of Marla's work and watched a video of her painting. He bought one for himself and gave up his August vacation so he could organize her show.

“When I'm in Marla's presence, there's a weird little feeling 'cause I know there's something inside this girl that many artists look for their whole lives and never have,” Mr. Brunelli said. “But it's in this little 4-year-old.”

Another person equally impressed was Stuart Simpson, a California businessman who was working in Binghamton when he heard about Marla. He bought three pieces, including one called “Bottom Feeder.”

“I typically don't like abstract as a rule,” Mr. Simpson said. “Don't tell Tony, but I would have paid any price for 'Bottom Feeder.' “

Mr. Simpson and his wife own paintings by Renoir, Monet and Manet. They have a space picked out for Marla's work now, too.

Others scoffed. “If I didn't know a 4-year-old child had done it, I wouldn't take notice,” said Yvonne M. Lucia, who turned down Marla's work for the feminist exhibition, Rude and Bold Women, to be on display in October at the Y.M.C.A. in Binghamton.

Another artist, Orazio Salati, said: “I think her ability is her desire to paint, her excitement and the opportunity to play. There's a lot of finger-painting in the process.”

Parents of other budding artists have besieged Mr. Brunelli. “They'd never produce that, never,” he said of the other children.

As for the skeptics, he said, “People wouldn't be buying the work if the work wasn't exceptional.”

In all, Marla has sold 24 paintings totaling nearly $40,000, with the prices going up. Her latest paintings are selling for $6,000. Some customers are on a waiting list.

Laura Olmstead still gets teary-eyed when her daughter's work sells. She would rather keep it herself.

“It's beautiful whatever your child does,” she said.


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