I spotted Nikki Graziano's work on Black Eiffel and couldn't help but think of my mom. A few years ago she painted a large, abstract work in shades of the stormy sea. Embedded in its depths were mathematical equations written in silvery script-- the formula for the atomic bomb. It was beautiful and turbulent and haunting-- still one of my favorite works of art she's ever produced. Nikki's photos don't have the same emotional quality, but I like the way they manage to marry the visual and analytical in one aesthetically pleasing print.