Toola-Roola lives in an attic somewhere in Manehattan, where she paints, sketches and sculpts anything that comes to mind. She’s amazingly precise with her work, though — she’s never gotten even a single drop of splashed paint on her fur, not even as a foal. The artwork and the regular mess of her room never make contact except for being in the same space.

She takes a colourful approach to her work, with a somewhat saturated palette and broad strokes. Fauvism, I guess. The world around her is her inspiration, all vibrant and beautiful.

Outside of her art she’s visually a massive contrast to her living space, which is littered with different papers, canvases, paints and pencils and charcoals and so on. She tends to go out to visit people instead of the other way around, preferring to display herself as organised rather than, uh, disorganised. I mean, she might be an artist, but artists still need jobs, right? Right?