Sixteen already or sixteen at last? The chrysalis stage of a person. Parents are looking at the remnants of childhood in the face of their children, while the teenagers themselves search for the signs of adulthood. Or is it just the other way round? Some sixteen-year-olds cling to their uncomplicated childhood while their parents see the independence that is just below the surface. It is like a seesaw in a playground. One day they are six, the next day they are twenty-six. They are at the tipping point. The portraits show the adults they are on the way to become. But they are not there yet, their features still forming, adult angles just appearing through lingering childish roundness.

Trained by selfies and Instagram, sixteen-year-olds look at their features with the experienced eye of an art critic. Every perceived flaw is commented on, every faintly unflattering or uncharacteristic picture discarded with the face they used to draw at vegetables as a toddler. So how do they look at their image? Out of a series of portraits, the parents choose one portrait and the sixteen-year-old chooses one portrait.