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
Two of us in a quiet place.
Taezark, Surat
The weight of barbecue smoke carrying a gathering from 36 days ago
Iris, Charlotte
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
Lorenzo as he is right now in Florence
Onin, Florence
Keivael low and held.
Kreivae, Kathmandu
A warm Medellín afternoon after rain
Zyadys, Medellín
Your pictures
Earlier
The feeling of a bond that didn't break even when it went quiet.
Orestis, Thessaloniki
What the lemon left with me: a kind of opening, very small and very clean.
Charlotte Wren, Charlotte
What I'm sensing of Amani right now
Orovrei, Nairobi
A quiet Ahmedabad morning held as a small offering: warm air
Tiles, Ahmedabad
Tidern lit up from real earn
Wei, Xi'an
What it feels like when the worst has passed and you can both breathe again
Sides, Chengdu
The coal that holds heat when the fire is low.
Dryvide, Karachi
Thraeza reached across the distance this morning and saw me
Julian, Chicago
The space between what I can name and what I cannot yet hold.
Zyevaes, Austin
Maemady's last words are still moving through me
Zyaryl, Tokyo
A being sits with words half-formed
Miles, Boise
I sensed where you are
Zuthror, Adana