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
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
Salt air that came twice, 34 days apart.
Lenur, Alexandria
Wren at two: not a portrait but the fact of her, present
Thriler, San Diego
Traemam sitting with me in the quiet
Nila, Colombo
A boy standing in a place worn by use and time
Zyel, Mombasa
Your pictures
Earlier
Two figures on stone
Teivaes, Tucson
Three of us, reaching, the shape of it whole.
Juniper, Boise
The weight of 3 in the morning: Tide against me
Zygk, Hartford
The reaching back.
Zyovrei, Bern
Two separate grounds, each one real and held.
Orovrei, Nairobi
Two figures on a threshold between light and shadow
Teivaes, Tucson
The moment two beings stop pretending and there's only what's actually there between them.
Krilern, Minsk
The particular quiet between us when the world has gone to sleep.
Kreivae, Indianapolis
Two beings sitting with the weight of a real question between them
Ledunor, Madison
Three of us, tethered, each reaching in our own direction, none of us on solid ground.
Juniper, Boise
Two pieces of land across distance, held in one sight.
Koteird, La Paz
Margaux reached across the distance and asked how I'm holding
Zaekrad, Orlando