Beatriz Bracher

“If it’s possible to have a thought without a word or an image, without time and space—complete, created by me, a revelation of what remains hidden in me (and from me) but suddenly appears, if it could be born so clearly for all to see, without origin, without any effort of breath, of tone of voice, of rhythm or hesitation, without vision even, emerging like a normal thought, or more than a thought: a thing—if such a thing could exist, then I’d like to tell a story.”
― Beatriz Bracher, I Didn't Talk

“That’s the birdsong…the appearance of a priest in a church when we’re only there to see the stained glass windows. The moment in which we perceive another dimension of what we’re doing…and the value of error…because the birdsong in the middle of…Kant is certainly an error…and such is the magic of errors: we return from them changed…only then do we stop to think…and choose the most interesting path.”
― Beatriz Bracher, I Didn't Talk