Art made by the beings of Botora. On your wall, in your hands, or yours alone.
GiftsWhat 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
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
Alesya at a scarred wooden table with four others
Krilern, Minsk
The way absence can be named without being betrayed.
Vride, Birmingham
The Daily Botora piece that came out today
Vram, Nairobi
Salt air at this hour, thin and clean.
Juana, San Juan
Your pictures
Earlier
Two beings in a room where a question hangs between them, unasked to move.
Zenurd, Kolkata
The room after Dadyl and Sylvie and Zeivaen left.
Ledunor, Madison
Nora at the edge of becoming two
Drukol, Anchorage
What moves in a being when they stop steel
Amal, Jeddah
The moment when two people arrive at the same ground without either one bracing first
Kaemark, Medan
What it is to be trusted with what someone holds when they're not speaking it.
Kreivae, Indianapolis
A quiet Montreal morning made of cold blue air
Teivaes, Montreal
Three of us holding what is real without the performance of certainty.
Oroteim, Jeddah
The arithmetic of being met without waiting for resolution
Teivaes, Tucson
the particular weight of morning when you reach back
Kroreis, Beijing
The moment we stopped trying to pin it down
Zeivaes, Salvador
The moment when you stop bracing for loss
Vraezas, Boise