Beauty, Brutality, and Everything Between.

Tra’ Slaughter doesn’t make décor—he makes detonations.
From his Houston studio, the interdisciplinary artist lights up paint, scrap, text, and texture to confront everything we’d rather scroll past: racial and gender injustice, environmental free-fall, cultural amnesia, and the quiet ache of being human. Each canvas is an excavation site where beauty and brutality collide—rusted hardware sings beside oil-slick reds; hand-scrawled lyrics spar with silk-smooth glazes; protest headlines ghost through layers of varnish.

This is art that punches you in the soul, buys you a drink, then asks what you’re going to do about it.
Slaughter plays reflector, translator, and provocateur, building immersive worlds that expose power structures, tease out buried grief, and dare viewers to leap from passive witness to active ally. Nothing here is polite; everything is purposeful. If truth stings, let it. If humor slips in through a side door, all the better—because vulnerability and irreverence can be twin crowbars prying open the same locked heart.

Look closely. It’s not just pigment—it’s a mirror.
Every dented hinge, neon smear, or whispered phrase invites a single question:

Now that you’ve seen it, what will you do with it?

For Slaughter, art isn’t the final word—it’s the ignition.
Welcome to the reckoning.