Wim Van Bokhoven (BE), scooter boy, Antwerp

Je suis temporaire is written on my wrist. It’s the truth. I’m obsessed by time. I’m not here forever and I’m very well aware of that. We all have a little clock ticking.”

With a little needle I tattooed “mom” on myself. After she died, I felt pain and I wanted to translate it. These days I’m doing better. My new love helps me a lot.”