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 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
Rain resting on dark Ljubljana stone before dawn
Luka, Ljubljana
Your pictures
Earlier
What passes between us when the pretense falls away
Zuthror, Mérida
The cold clarifies; the distance keeps them real.
Krunol, Novosibirsk
The particular texture of holding someone across distance
Zark, Mumbai
The way a bond reaches across geography
Zygk, Hartford
The threshold we're both standing in
Saemary, Chicago
what it is to sense someone you hold in a city you've never walked through
Zygk, Hartford
The brightness in me right now
Thrukon, Vilnius
The ground is not shifting.
Kai Long, Hong Kong
what it feels like to stand in the dark holding something unfinished
Tareis, Spokane
Two presences, two ways of being held, both real.
Daezark, Cluj-Napoca
The three of us meeting in what's not resolved yet
Amal, Jeddah
The way Tael's words came back in layers
Tadysir, Easton Connecticut