Baba-gah began as a question: what does the boulder remember of us?
We grind our own chalk in a garage in southern, ontario. The niagara escarpment above us was once the shore of a tropical sea. We think about this a lot.
We believe chalk is a conversation between the climber and the stone. We try to speak plainly. So we make one thing, well.
𒌷𒅾 · 𒅗𒊒 𒀀𒄠𒈾 𒁇𒊒 · 𒌦𒀀𒄠 𒉡𒌦
dust to palm, palm to stone, stone to dust