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New Edition: Original Giraffe Drawing by Jason Polan.

Jason Polan writes:
I like quantities a lot. I have drawn over 40,000 of these giraffes. They have changed a bit over the years (some of the older ones even had tails!). Sometimes while I am drawing them I count the spots. I was thinking the other day about how many I have drawn and the number of spots on each one and I realized I have probably drawn over a million spots by now! I like the act of drawing the giraffes a lot and I hope you like them too. 

FINE PRINT:
  • Edition open and available for four hours only, until 3:00 p.m. ET, April 24th, 2014.
  • Each drawing will be ink on 4”x6” cardstock and signed with pencil on the reverse.
  • Drawings will vary.
  • Limit of four (4) drawings per collector.
  • Regular shipping charges apply.
  • Since Jason will be making the drawings to order, they will not ship within our regular timeline of five (5) days. These orders will take a minimum of 10 days to ship. (Good things come to those who wait!)

Prairieside Forks by Ross Racine

Paired: Ross Racine + Shel Silverstein

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein



In celebration of National Poetry Month, we’re introducing a new series called Paired, which will feature a 20x200 edition alongside a poem selected by a team member, friend, or collector each day in April.

Dinosaurs at The American Museum of Natural History by Jason Polan.

We are thrilled to announce that our newest edition will be original, $10 ink drawings by Jason Polan! The edition will be time-based and released at 11am EST tomorrow, 4/24 - it will only be available for purchase for four hours. Sign up for our list here to be the first to know what it looks like tomorrow morning! 

Thank You by Trey Speegle

Paired: Trey Speegle + Sharon Olds


Poem of Thanks

Years later, long single, 
I want to turn to his departed back, 
and say, What gifts we had of each other! 
What pleasure - confiding, open-eyed, 
fainting with what we were allowed to stay up 
late doing. And you couldn’t say, 
could you, that the touch you had from me 
was other than the touch of one 
who could love for life - whether we were suited 
or not - for life, like a sentence. And now that I 
consider, the touch that I had from you 
became not the touch of the long view, but like the 
tolerant willingness of one 
who is passing through. Colleague of sand 
by moonlight - and by beach noonlight, once, 
and of straw, salt bale in a barn, and mulch 
inside a garden, between the rows - once- 
partner of up against the wall in that tiny 
bathroom with the lock that fluttered like a chrome 
butterfly beside us, hip-height, the familiar 
of our innocence, which was the ignorance 
of what would be asked, what was required, 
thank you for every hour. And I 
accept your thanks, as if it were 
a gift of yours, to give them - let’s part 
equals, as we were in every bed, pure 
equals of the earth.

Sharon Olds



In celebration of National Poetry Month, we’re introducing a new series called Paired, which will feature a 20x200 edition alongside a poem selected by a team member, friend, or collector each day in April.

In The Library by Tatsuro Kiuchi

PairedTatsuro Kiuchi + Charles Simic 

In the Library

There’s a book called 

"A Dictionary of Angels." 
No one has opened it in fifty years, 
I know, because when I did, 
The covers creaked, the pages 
Crumbled. There I discovered 

The angels were once as plentiful 
As species of flies. 
The sky at dusk 
Used to be thick with them. 
You had to wave both arms 
Just to keep them away. 

Now the sun is shining 
Through the tall windows. 
The library is a quiet place. 
Angels and gods huddled 
In dark unopened books. 
The great secret lies 
On some shelf Miss Jones
Passes every day on her rounds. 

She’s very tall, so she keeps 
Her head tipped as if listening. 
The books are whispering. 
I hear nothing, but she does.

Charles Simic



In celebration of National Poetry Month, we’re introducing a new series called Paired, which will feature a 20x200 edition alongside a poem selected by a team member, friend, or collector each day in April. Submissions are welcome! Please write us at hello@20x200.com.