Flip-flops, slippahs in Hawaii, and maybe a pair of sneakers are all anyone needs on Moloka’i. Most people kick their shoes off outside the front door. A massive pile of slippahs on the porch usually indicates an epic party is underway. Like luggage, they tend to look alike and after walking off with other people’s a few times I bought unmistakable pink and orange slippahs. Unfortunately 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 Eve 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.