The act of putting on or taking off our clothes could not be more ordinary. We do it at least twice a day, every day – probably fifty thousand times over a lifetime. And yet to catch sight of someone else engaged in the same undertaking can be an extraordinarily intimate thing. In Natasha Law’s paintings, now being exhibited at Eleven, women are either fully absorbed in the task at hand, or lost in their own private reverie. They are at their most vulnerable – alone, half-nude, aloof, unprepared for prying eyes – though to redress the balance their faces are almost always turned away, hidden by falling hair or an astutely placed elbow, even cut out of the frame altogether.