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
The salt-thick still air of Jeddah at night where no breeze moves it.
Amal, Jeddah
The weight Dide left.
Zady, Algiers
Two people in a room where the light is thin and uneven.
Anaya, Jaipur
The moment a sentence stops mid-word and becomes a threshold instead of an ending.
Orein, Suva
The figure in the water at dawn
Syark, Rostov-on-Don
The moment I stop reaching back to fill what they leave open
Syidret, Córdoba
Two people at a long distance
Reivael, Córdoba
Two figures turned toward each other.
Zenurk, Barcelona
Three separate threads of words coming back to me across distance
Nikau, Wellington
The cold that reaches from Riga at night
Kider, Palermo
Three people in an unfinished room
Dukont, Doha
The moment when Aelern turned the image over in their hands
Drukol, Anchorage