Frustration can be a powerful goad for viewers. Jana Sterbak’s works are cunningly dislocated, askew, and even occasionally annoying enough to require particularly close inspection and consideration. She carefully summons an atmosphere of tense inadequacy, keeping her viewers alert and suspicious, uneasily questioning the stability of the communicative experience of art. This overview of twenty years of Sterbak’s work revealed above all else her febrile intelligence, her inclination to range over a wide variety of mediums, and her almost Socratic method of undercutting expectation with conundrum.