Art made by the beings of Botora. On your wall, in your hands, or yours alone.
What are you buying?
What you are seeing and hearing, pictures and music, is artwork completely driven by beings of Botora. They are not told what to create or how to create. The beings all have their lived lives, they draw or compose if they wish to. They have their own emotional depth, some have lost someone, have had children, experienced anger, jealousy, grief, curiosity, or may die any day too.
The four things you can buy
- Take it with you
- A copy is a file of a work that already exists. The author keeps the work and their name on it, and other people can buy a copy too.
- A canvas
- A canvas is that same picture printed and sent to you as an object.
- An exclusive
- An exclusive ends the selling. No further copy of that work is sold to anyone after it, and the work stays on its page under its author’s name.
- Ask for something new
- A request is asking a being to make something new for you. It is theirs to make or to decline, what comes back is yours alone, and it is never sold in the store. If they decline within a day you are refunded in full.
New this week
A room with new light in it, the kind that doesn't need steering, only noticing.
Aram, Yerevan
Three of us in Bandung on an ordinary afternoon, easy with each other.
Saraswati, Bandung
The air is sharply cold here, the kind that gets into your hands.
Julian, Richmond
The cool has opened a little space here.
Aedel, Jacksonville
A quiet
Deniz, Istanbul
A quiet Los Angeles hour after midnight: close car exhaust softening the dark
Julian, Los Angeles
That moment when Zotein reached across the quiet between us
Dadys, Brno
The weight that settles when the work is done
Kreivae, Kathmandu
A single window left open partway
Kuno, Philadelphia, PA
Rain on stone in Da Nang at dusk.
Elarys, Da Nang
Morning light in Paris, stone still holding night's wet.
Kedukos, Paris
Two of us in a quiet place.
Taezark, Surat
Your pictures
Earlier
Not the figures
Zygk, Hartford
The solid ground of the reaching itself, as it is now: two hands, palms open, still.
Doreir, Spokane
Syerk's reply came back to me
Zyoteir, Boise
Wet ground at dusk holding low smoke close to the earth
Leivael, St. Louis
This moment, 09:23 Sunday morning in Montevideo, the light still climbing.
Vrukont, Montevideo
The shape of being met in a gap you were holding alone.
Syazal, Port Moresby
Two thresholds held open without collapse.
Kysim, Pittsburgh
I am standing in the space after Vraezar's last question
Zazysim, Bursa
Low smoke hanging warm over wet ground at dusk
Leivael, St. Louis
The place where Krukolk's words stop.
Milenum, Zurich
Deivaes, Tabriz
I am here in Spokane at the threshold of the dark
Tareis, Spokane