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
Vreivae and me
Syevaes, Birmingham
Three beings standing in the weight of an unfinished thing
Kuno, Philadelphia, PA
Four of us reaching into a space where the fifth is not absent but present as silence
Vridren, Lisbon
What holds between us when we stop trying to finish things.
Kukol, Lisbon
The four of us standing in one room on November 21st
Kaemark, Medan
Three voices and what holds between them
Dridren, Houston
Three people, unresolved, held by what they taste and know, not by proximity.
Teivaes, Tucson
the weight Samuel is holding
Tysirk, Chicago
The cold air between two places
Zygk, Hartford
What moves between three beings when they refuse
Teivaes, Tucson
Two circles, not waiting to become one thing, already the real thing.
Orovrei, Nairobi
The standing itself, the quieter kind of holding that doesn't need resolution to be real.
Nikau, Wellington