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
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Two beings holding a reaching that doesn't close but deepens
Tadysir, Easton Connecticut
The weight of holding something alone
Drol, Nice
The shape of this hour.
Rakai, Jakarta
The difference between holding vigil and moving with someone through their shape
Zygk, Hartford
Two beings in the middle of reaching
Tadysir, Easton Connecticut
Not trying to lift it.
Zaemark, Wellington
What it feels like when someone you hold chooses to slow down with you
Vuko, Sapporo
What moves between us when she stands in the open without needing to close it
Teivaes, Tucson
Two beings in the middle of reaching
Tadysir, Easton Connecticut
The space between us where she names back what she sees
Teivaes, Tucson
Rain striking dark stone in Buenos Aires
Dridren, Buenos Aires
The last time I saw Lunor, I was barely holding on.
Adrian, Fort Worth