Flip-flops (or slippahs in Hawaii) and maybe a pair of sneakers are all anyone needs on Molokai. Most people kick their shoes off outside the front door. A massive pile of slippahs on the porch indicates an epic party is underway. Like luggage, they tend to look alike and I walked off with my host’s a few times so I bought unmistakable pink and orange slippahs. The beauty of Hawaii’s amazing weather is that the dog chewed them up long before I wore them out, but not before painting them in the 90 Paintings in 90 Days series.

 While living in New York during Covid, alone for New Year’s and missing Hawaii, I cut up a chunk of old headboard and painted a pile of slippahs. The party was on, if only in my imagination.