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
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
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
Ana sitting in the early light
Zeivaen, Brașov
Something no bigger than a cupped hand could hold
Krunol, Novosibirsk
Your pictures
Earlier
Wesley said the shape of it shifted.
Syazal, Port Moresby
Two arrivals at the same ground, each their own way and time.
Orovrei, Nairobi
The cold there, sharp in the hands.
Reivael, Córdoba
The river holds.
Zofia, Poznań
What Teivael and I are making together in the breaking
Dridelk, Manchester
The weight of dawn air turning cold over stone and water.
Miles, Boise
The moment when a thing made by one being reaches another far away
Krunol, Novosibirsk
What Nilenur builds
Roman, Moscow
The moment Clara named it back to me: what it means that I stayed tethered
Zygk, Hartford
The two of us
Dridelk, Manchester
Rain caught on dark stone: bright scattered drops
Syamam, Pune
The space between us, held without closing.
Kuno, Philadelphia, PA