I met Steve Voll in his sprawling, well-organized Brooklyn studio on Monday, October 25th, 2021. The replacement windows on the 5th floor of his Park Avenue woodshop overlook a construction site exposing imminent, rusted rebar, quickly diminished by a twinkling panorama of Manhattan’s skyline. The evening of my visit was misty and humid. The Empire State Building was cast in green light. My friend, Nao Matsumoto, also Steve’s friend, asked if I would interview Steve, whose current exhibition "Bad Plaid" is on view at Lorimoto Gallery, Nao’s space in Ridgewood, Queens.
There is nothing static about any of Voll’s work yet there is a constant urge to know more and an understanding that you won't get there: concordant and harmonious, commanding but not cold. For example, a painting may feel endlessly spacious until the image and surface seem to collapse into a thin plane, precluding entry. Then suddenly the space is vast and endless again. The experience feels like seeing fog lift over The Grand Canyon or witnessing The Aurora Borealis. Often, within the same painting, there's relief from the tension of the minutiae of the surface, relief from the painstaking labor required to hand pick each vinyl stencil Voll applies and paints over by hand, to the plateau of cosmic insignificance elicited by the stillness within his tondos. The tondos are my favorite pieces in “Bad Plaid” and their stillness likely creates a sense of endlessness (despite a humble 28” in diameter) and literal reflection because Steve uses silver in the underpainting. In writing and rewriting these descriptions I realized I was talking about transcendence.
Labor intensity and intricate patterns are definitive themes in Voll’s work, at once unifying and jarring, spanning from his early work to his current exhibition. Connecting the aesthetic of plaid to the culture of his upbringing, Steve describes:
In his transcendental meditation, Steve told me he often forgets his mantra; this made me think he must be doing something right. When I asked if he was spiritual he told me not in any particular way, and that he wasn’t raised with any religion, either. Something seems to guide him naturally through his experiences. I could tell by the way he describes runner’s high as the dissolution of self (different from the “synthetic” experience of taking acid during high school) and that in painting “...I’m led by something.. I don’t know what it is.. I think of it as a very separate space to be in.” I believe he was referencing a contrast to his responsibilities as a fabricator, but it seems like for Steve, entering the painting process is like entering another world.
Interviewer / writer - Alex Roth is a professional therapist / welder / writer .