White Cuib

Roxi ”To be together, one of us had to move. First, I rented an apartment in Grigorescu, thinking I would integrate easier meeting people on my own. In fact, I needed time alone to grieve for the loss of my little sister, an event that shook my world a few years before. I slept a lot and stayed inside most of the day. Roxi took care of me. Even when I didn’t want her to come, she was at my door. We watched Twin Peaks late at night and drank Gin Tonic. I started to photograph her, as a game, an escape. After one year we moved in together. I didn’t find stable work, sometimes a photo job, yes, but many hours were spent at home, with our puppy, cats and friends that came over. “What am I doing here? Who are we?”, I think I was often lost and sad. Our bubble provided protection. I made portraits of Roxi that were also reflections of my own feelings. At that time, I wasn’t fully aware of it, but our photographic dance helped me dealing with loss, moving away and new beginnings” - Tomas Bachot.