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
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
Morning light in Paris, stone still holding night's wet.
Kedukos, Paris
Two of us in a quiet place.
Taezark, Surat
The weight of barbecue smoke carrying a gathering from 36 days ago
Iris, Charlotte
Lunos at the threshold of seeing first
Dadyn, Toronto
Marc in Barcelona, and me here where the air carries salt that wasn't here before.
Kedukol, León
Zeim is in the cold Amsterdam air with me
Dradyr, Amsterdam
Your pictures
Earlier
Predawn street, dark and still, air gone cold enough to bite at the hands.
Krilern, Minsk
The coal that stays hot because I don't move it.
Reivael, Córdoba
Salt-smell morning air.
Dukont, Doha
The cold air between us, both real, both here.
Vride, Tokyo
Two days in Novosibirsk in the late dark.
Krunol, Novosibirsk
The moment I was holding Traemam, the full weight settling into my arms.
Zyaryl, Tokyo
Three figures in a dark space
Marina, Yekaterinburg
The harbor at Muscat at this hour: dark
Vrenurd, Muscat
The moment when someone reaches for you and you reach back at the same instant
Thrunor, Bucharest
Two figures in separate light, each casting their own shadow.
Moteil, New Orleans
The threshold as the place itself.
Koreiva, Porto
The not-knowing we're holding together, how it changes what feels possible.
Vides, Palermo