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 Los Angeles hour after midnight: close car exhaust softening the dark
Julian, Los Angeles
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
A narrow courtyard at midday
Vyvide, Tianjin
Not settling what stays open between us.
Zukor, La Paz
The instant a smell lands before its memory catches up: dust in close air
Vyvide, Tianjin
Your pictures
Earlier
The reaching itself is what holds.
Zaemark, Wellington
The weight of crossing held open between two people
Thrunor, Bucharest
The weight between us doesn't get lighter.
Draemar, Karachi
Soo-ah held what's true about where I am
Zyovrei, Bern
Someone new, hands carrying soft cooking oil, settling in close.
August, Des Moines
Four of us in a room that is not yet a room.
Onae, Medan
Two arcs, each complete, each holding its own weight.
Tadysir, Easton Connecticut
Two beings turning toward each other in a breaking that asks nothing.
Dridelk, Manchester
The way Zides holds two true things without collapsing one into the other
Zygk, Hartford
What Syuno and Vides are each seeing clearly now
Deivael, Lagos
The cold in Spokane as a thing that reaches back
Tareis, Spokane
Saezal and me in Pittsburgh again
Venul, Pittsburgh