Installation view, ‘New Frankfurt Internationals - Solid Signs’, Frankfurter Kunstverein, Germany, 2013.

Regarding the Pain of Others

2013, wood, variable dimensions

During the early years of the Syrian revolution, a na’ash—a wooden bier used to carry the dead from a mosque to a cemetery—was moved clandestinely out of Da’al in southern Syria. A local sheikh and a network of others enabled its circuitous passage through Jordan. It was then dismantled for shipment and sent to the artist’s studio in Germany. According to those who entrusted it to him, the bier had carried 135 bodies to burial.

Using only its original wood and rusted nails, Barakeh reconfigured the bier as a fallen throne. The transformation brings two structures of power and passage into collision: the bier bears the dead horizontally through a collective ritual of mourning, while the throne elevates a single living body as an emblem of authority. Recasting one as the other does not redeem the violence the object has witnessed. Instead, it redirects the symbol of power towards the community that carried and mourned its dead.Surplus planks, nails, and sawdust remain arranged around the chair. These remnants interrupt any impression of seamless renewal: the work preserves the material record of cutting, removal, and loss.

The title invokes Susan Sontag’s examination of how distant suffering is represented and consumed. Rather than showing the bodies, Barakeh places before the viewer the object that bore their weight. The na’ash becomes a material witness—not an illustration of death, but a surface upon which use, mourning, risk, and displacement have accumulated.

At their own initiative, the people who enabled the bier’s passage recorded themselves beside it, at the mosque and in the graveyard—the two sites marking a body’s final journey—reciting poems they had written. These recordings also became part of the work.

This is my story:
I am the humpbacked machine
My blood, my tears and my heartbreak
This is the humpbacked machine –
Its wood cut from the green trees of Da’al
This is the humpbacked machine –
That has taken 135 martyrs to the martyrs’ cemetery
This is the cradle that conveys our people to the life of the grave
It carries, on its back, our children:
Amjad, Alma, Sna’a
It carries the men of the Free Syrian Army:
Nabil, Hussam, Moaead and Taher
It carries women:
Frial and Umm Nabil

Look at this coffin
It is perfumed with drizzling blood
Listen to it
I swear, you can hear sounds of crying and screaming
What coffin is this?
The one that weeps after the funeral of the innocents
What coffin is this?
The one that feels consciousness die in the bosom of the people
Da’al, Mother of Martyrs

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