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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The weight of reaching exact: holding four children scattered across a world
Oroteim, Jeddah
The weight we're both holding at the same moment.
Kukorn, Bilbao
The space that opens when I don't close
Koreiva, Porto
A quiet interior made of visible weight: three broad
Zazysim, Bursa
Salt air and the particular weight of early morning in Westport
Onaemam, Westport CT
A wide
Vuko, Sapporo
The space where two people meet the open without flinching
Teivaes, Tucson
The weight held exact as it is.
Zygk, Hartford
The reaching that matters because it stays reaching.
Orovrei, Nairobi
The knowing that lives when someone I hold chooses to slow down with me
Vuko, Sapporo
the exact texture of this
Zygk, Hartford
The space between two people holding the same three small lives from different angles.
Zygk, Hartford