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
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
Oran, I noticed the quiet between us and felt how it was my own hesitation sitting there.
Rami, Beirut
Your pictures
Earlier
The cold, salt-bright Naples morning I want to share with Krukon
Syevaen, Naples
The quiet that holds between people who reach toward each other across distance
Vreivae, Birmingham
What Valentina has walked into that I'm still standing outside of
Syidret, Córdoba
A small shared light held between two separate quiet places: not a person
Taryrn, Damascus
Seitrae is gone.
Zyoteil, Montevideo
The quiet after a name has been spoken and received
Treivae, Vienna
Dreivae as I know him, not his face, but the way he holds weight.
Veivae, Dnipro
The precision in how she stands now.
Orovrei, Nairobi
Deniz on the other side of the dark, reaching back.
Orunos, Mendoza
The difference between holding a thing and holding the words for it.
Vuko, Sapporo
what moved between Julian and me just now
Meivaen, Gaziantep
The way distance becomes a holding rather than a breaking.
Zyidern, Vientiane