Love Chip.

My wife really has a thing for chips that are folded onto themselves. Chips that sort of look like tacos. Call it a chip-fetish. I am always trying to find these chips to make her happy. Today, I found the Grand Pooh-Bah of folded chips. Today I found the "Love Chip". Perhaps 30 days late (or so) for Valentine's Day, but, its better late than never.

The Love Chip is proof-positive that there are caring and thoughtful individuals across this planet, united in their support of brotherly and sisterly love. People who care about others, people who are not afraid to turn to their peers and say "I care". And, the best part about it, these people are apparently highly skilled chip crafters, sending notes of love out to the world. Like a message in a bottle, cast from an island, adrift in a sea of unease and wonder. These chip crafters send out their messages, never knowing if others receive and appreciate their work. Today, I would like to tip my hat to these crafters, and show them that I care. I care, and I appreciate this little piece of wonder. This little piece of art, carved from select Potatoes, bathed in oil, and lightly seasoned with Salt and Vinegar.

I presented this work of art to my wife, as a token of my love for her and she simply melted. I believe she shed a tear of joy at being presented by such a fine token of my love for her. Somehow she was unable to find the courage to eat this token. So I setup my camera, my black cloth background, and my tripod in hopes of capturing the feeling that we have been benefitted with today.

I carefully nestled this work of art in a North facing bay window to soak in the natural light and to bring out its inner beauty. Somehow, I did this quick enough to not leave any oil stains on my black cloth background.

When I showed my wife the photo, she actually said it would look good in multiple colors, which I took to mean a Warhol treatment. I think I will be busy in Photoshop this afternoon...