About the Work of Deb Slahta
She forms notes suspended between sanctuary balconies and catches the reflection of stained glass.
The notes are calculated but tied to a tether of organic resistance. Perfect calculations wrapped by human hands interpret their own laws, and sometimes deny them.
Logic is bent, math turns art, and law becomes human. The tie between the laws that move us and the people that calculate them remains unspoken.
But in her stoneware, she brings us there. She reminds us of an assumption we cannot push away:
We are something plain and bound, but in some way we are also a type of power that bends the laws that bind us.
We study the science and prove something beautiful.