My exhibition opens Friday so today I mop the floor. It reminds me of Sunday mornings when I played in the Oneonta Community Arts Center. It was in the first floor of a great old mansion on Ford Avenue, the Wilber Mansion, with creaky old wood floors.
My mother was president of the art center. It was one of her many volunteers. One of her responsibilities as president seemed to be mopping those old floors, so that’s where I found myself on a Sunday Morning with the smell of drying clay, oil paint, and wet moped floors.
