Both Diana and I have been fascinated by tikis from an early age

Both Diana and I have been fascinated by tikis from an early age. For decades her family house in Enid, Oklahoma, had a life-size tiki carved from a palm tree trunk beside the front door, before the base rotted out, shown here in an eerie black-and-white Polaroid photograph, shipped to them from California by a student of her father with some connection to Hawaii who thought it the perfect decoration for their round house that he thought resembled a native hut. A kid from Texas, I fell in love with tikis when we briefly lived in frigid Columbus, Ohio, and I saw them in front of the Kahiki Supper Club, which my parents allowed me to see from the outside only, sadly now torn down even after having been declared an historical landmark. Over the years, Diana and I, both separately and together, from Hawaii to Dallas, have collected a few smaller tikis, shown here on a shelf of the glass case in my home office, which I use for both reference and inspiration for my art.