Netalula’s iden­tity might be an enigma wrapped in a rid­dle (Sein­feld ref­er­ence, any­one?), but her illus­tra­tions are sim­ply won­der­ful. Sightly more tra­di­tional in terms of com­po­si­tion and for­mat, there is still a bit of mystique.

I love Netalua’s paint­ings, and how they actu­ally look like cut out pieces, with the stark con­trast and heavy empha­sis on shape. It painterly, but also feels designed. The point of view is an inter­est­ing one, and also con­sis­tent. Netalula has abstracted and obscured our view­point to have us look­ing over each activ­ity and sit­u­a­tion that her char­ac­ters par­take in. We are a voyeur, and at time it feels like her sub­jects know this. There is a cer­tain shy­ness to them, in terms of pos­ture and gaze.

All images via her Flickr.