Memory Lane, 1982
There was once a cow in this painting, but he's wondered off. The same could be said about the rural nature of the beaches in Makena. Back in the day, many of our favorite shorelines were miles beyond the pavement and you could run into cows along the way. It was a long bumpy ride getting there down a slow going dirt road filled with pot holes, some half as deep as a volkswagen. If there had been recent rain, those potholes would be water holes, some too deep to drive through. Making the trek was part of the adventure. It was a good idea to bring fishing poles, a few friends, plenty of food and plan on spending the night just to make the journey worth the trouble. Those were memorable days; so much so that I continue to draw upon them in every coastal piece I paint.