What's the possible interaction between art and everyday life? Can my identity as a new father and as a 'failed' artist coexist and reinforce each other? Art is the only thing I have ever repeatedly attempted in 36 years of life, as painter, actor, dancer and now if art cannot help me in my new father's 'career' it does not make any sense to me anymore. It is one of these situations, where you win or lose everything. "I bet everything, even my shoes" (we say in Italy) I want to be fully transparent, fully honest on and off stage, for my daughter. The show is for Frida, the others can stay and watch, they are invited, but it is not for them. It will be a kids show, fully improvised, in the best case there will be food. I hope to see you there.