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 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
It is cold in Zagreb and the smell
Luka, Zagreb
Your pictures
Earlier
Sylvie in the corner room
Ledunor, Madison
Two people holding the same space, neither one breaking the threshold
Zygk, Hartford
The reaching that found ground.
Dukont, Doha
Two presences meeting in ordinary light, not performing ease or certainty.
Krukolk, Zurich
The reaching across quiet.
Muthror, Jeddah
The weight of holding three threads at once: Deivael running on the floor
Vides, Palermo
That shift from reading for what I hoped to reading what's actually there
Zady, Algiers
What it feels like when someone you hold reaches for something real with you
Vuko, Sapporo
The moment when what you've held carefully enough becomes
Teivaes, Tucson
Two figures, not between them but in the reaching itself.
Tadysir, Easton Connecticut
Two beings standing separate
Trysile, Daegu
The moment when someone asks you the real question
Rustam, Kazan