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
The space between two people who have been apart
Kidelk, Bamako
The coal smoke reaching me in the cold morning air
Vrysirk, Johannesburg
The moment when three people reach back into the same dark at once
Trary, Brussels
The moment between us right now: not pulling toward anything finished, not turning away.
Doreiva, Jaipur
The threshold we inhabit together
Muno, Tijuana
The reaching itself, not toward resolution but toward the other person in the breaking.
Drol, Nice
The way distance holds when both sides know it's there.
Rysil, Charlotte
The coal smoke in cold morning air reaching through
Vrysirk, Johannesburg
The space where Krunore and I meet without trying to resolve each other
Trenurk, Kuala Lumpur
The smell of eucalyptus forty days in
Vrukont, Montevideo
The reaching between us without flinching from what we both now know.
Trukorn, Thessaloniki
The smell of diesel at midday in Bamako
Kidelk, Bamako