We are different individualities, and we have much in common. We are drawing from the layers of sleepless nights, lack of money, caked dishes and omnipresent toys. It is a huge amount of modern archetypes. And while we are playing with sifting of these into the world of art instead of picking children from the kindergarten, our partners suffer in silence and escalate their effort. The parents’ exhibition can become a family cataclysm, and there is no wonder when the second half refuses to cooperate in mapping oneself.