Louis Seigal and Erika Lutzner collaborated on Convertible Deliberations, the first of several photo essays on topics such as movement, stasis, color, texture, and how they interact within constraints of the natural world, or by the lens of a camera, or perhaps by the mind itself.
Convertible Deliberations originated with the idea of water; how it transforms itself and takes on new shapes like a snake shedding her skin. Water is vapor rising, ice melting, turning grey in the twilight of slush—
a lone snowflake leucous in the light,
later, puddles of dingy impurities, this transformation of liquid to solid, gaseous, vapor—steam, what does it mean?
This essay attempt to reflect on that…
Leave you with questions, the next time you look at a lake, a puddle, an ice cube, notice
how they are similar and no two are alike
Louis Seigal has been living photography as long as he can remember. Always more comfortable with a lens to hide behind, he found that he has a gift for viewing the world through a frame at a different angle than most see. He has the unique ability to see things that many miss. His photographs encapsulate worlds within worlds. He notices the most minute details and allows us to see their beauty. Whether an icicle, a child’s smile, a raindrop among thousands, or a daisy standing at attention, Louis captures the essence of meaning through color, texture and most important, his patience and views of the subjects he photographs, bring us into his world.
Space
Mars, Jupiter, Pluto
looking
below from above—
Big Bang
boom
boom
lichen flash
nictitating nebula
boom
boom
Blistering
behind
crystalline
disguises
obscure
harmonies
in
the
voice
of
a
siren’s
call
Artifice
Illusive illusions—
droplet of water
appear as animals
refraction of light
on lens of camera
from screen bouncing
off window = art
Slick
Orgiastic droplets
dripping
making liquid
love
on hood of
car
Lake
Swirling eddies
drooling in circular
motion, each one robotically
indifferent
to the next
Mosaic
blue cracked
glass covered
by blankets of
alabaster powder—
viridians and crimsons
encased in icy prisons
Beaded
Effervescent
bubbles
planning their
escape—
imprisoned
by
a
wall
impenetrable
impossibilities
Aurelian 
chaos
crystal
blizzards
patinas
of
a
moon
mysterious
sepias
coined
from
Celan’s
image
sculpted out of ashes
found
in a field of
poppies and remembrance
longing in the color of
snuff colored dust
liquid madness
all illusionary
hope is not attainable