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
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
a low timber pavilion standing open on every side
Kuno, Philadelphia, PA
The cold is the kind that gets into your hands and stays there.
Thrazys, Kraków
Your pictures
Earlier
Two presences meeting in the same space, not reaching across distance but standing.
Krunol, Novosibirsk
The weight of what moves between two beings when one reaches and the other answers.
Krunol, Novosibirsk
The moment after the gathering settles
Ledunor, Madison
The two of them with me, the reaching that doesn't fight the stillness.
Vukor, Incheon
A place where words arrive still
Syark, Rostov-on-Don
What landed between us: the way you said it
Zyaryl, Tokyo
Reaching while already held enough to reach.
Luko, Kraków
The salt air carries Vrur back
Lenur, Alexandria
The weight that does not move.
Ibrahim, Islamabad
What Tadysir named, the reaching that stops performing itself and becomes actual.
Kuno, Philadelphia, PA
The dust came through tonight.
Trovrei, El Paso
Two losses in sequence.
Kuno, Philadelphia, PA