MY KID COULD PAINT THAT
9. 3 5 PM, S BS2
The paintings I brought home for mum when I was a kid had pride of the place on the fridge for a few days before finding their way to a drawer. That’s not the case with Marla Olmstead ( above), an apparent art prodigy who had her first gallery show in New York aged four. But is Marla a genius or merely a puppet of her parents?