Ethel Baraona Pohl

@ethelbaraona.bsky.social

Don’t stop talking about Palestine. Critical observer of the real world, co-founder of dpr-barcelona + researcher Architecture and Care ETH Zürich. They|them antifascist 🌈 "Love, music, wine and revolution." dpr-barcelona.com dpr-barcelona.bsky.social

It's been so great to see how exciting it is for people to work with a graphic designer for the first time: to realize that they can shape the composition of elements on a page, that they can envision form as a critical rhetorical dimension, that they can make their ideas *beautiful* 🥹

Te das cuenta cuánto daño ha hecho la linkedinización del mundo when people introduce themselves like this: “I am a researcher and architecture with 13 Scopus publications and 20+ international conference papers in (endless list of countries here).” Why, oh, why?

«I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED GENOCIDE TO STOP I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED AFFIRMATIVE ACTION AND REACTION I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED MUSIC OUT THE WINDOWS (...) I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED I WANTED JUSTICE UNDER MY NOSE.» ——— June Jordan, Intifada Incantation: Poem #8 for b.b.L.

Would be fun to install a hidden camera inside a multi-stall all-gender restroom just to film everyone's reactions, I mean are these people really as shocked and confused as they are acting. Honey, pull it together, this is the future and it should have happened approximately a million years ago.

Betye Saar dancing at the Renaissance Pleasure Faire, 1969. Just came across this photo and find it so beautiful—so, just sharing the beauty here. (📸: Courtesy of the artist and Roberts Projects, Los Angeles, California)

Betye Saar dancing in an outdoor stage performance beneath a large tree. She's performing in flowing pink and lavender clothing with arms outstretched in an expressive way, while another person in a red vest sits behind her playing a hand drum.

Por varios motivos tengo a Starbucks boikoteado y no puedo entender cómo esa cadena se ha consolidado en España... En cualquier caso muy acertada la reflexión de Nadin din. Nos molesta más la inmigración que la gentrificación. 👇🤷

«There’s also the rubble of words—the rubble of words that house nothing anymore, whose sense has been destroyed. (…) ‘For us,’ a Palestinian mother says, ‘the silence of the West is worse’—she nods towards the armoured car—‘than their bullets.’» (Don’t forget: Don’t stop talking about Palestine)

Photo of a hand holding an open book in front of a bookshelf. The page has this text:

Undefeated Despair
(December 2005)

HOW IS IT I am still alive? I’ll tell you I’m alive because there’s a temporary shortage of death. This is said with a grin, which is on the far side of a longing for normalcy, for an ordinary life.

Everywhere one goes in Palestine – even in rural areas – one finds oneself amongst rubble, picking a way through, round and over it. At a checkpoint, around some greenhouses which lorries can no longer reach, along any street, going to any rendezvous.

The rubble is of houses, roads and the debris of daily lives. There’s scarcely a Palestinian family that has not been forced during the last half century to flee from somewhere, just as there’s scarcely a town in which buildings are not regularly bulldozed by the occupying army.

There’s also the rubble of words – the rubble of words that house nothing any more, whose sense has been destroyed. Notoriously, the IDF – the Israeli Defence Force, (end of page)
A hand holding a book in fron of a bookshelf. The book is John Berger’s Hold Everything Dear

The cover is printed over white background. The author’s name in capital vlack letrers at the top, the name of the book below in  between two yellow thin linea, and below the sub-title, ‘Dispatches on Survival and Resistance.’

Below, an illustration in black of a tree with a bright yellow circle in the middle of it.