I need to talk about red, the color that comes to the fore in Rumors, by Heleno Bernardi. The first hue in the history of art dyed caves walls and metamorphosed into fire and blood in the many odysseys of the image: the flame of flags, of wars and revolutions, the river that flows in ravishing passions, in the cloak of princesses, in the curtains of drama, in the carpets of fame. Its marks are like a surrounding sound that cannot be muffled, a murmur that becomes audible and adds new layers of meaning and memory to the current definitions of each word.

— Daniela Name, curator

Many artists have used stamps throughout history. And although each one has its own characteristics, there is a common aspect that is inherent to stamps, which are the flaws, the blots, the smudges. These visual results are usually very seductive, but I stand in partial refusal of this aesthetics. My personal register is saturation and overlapping to create a density from the word, until it disappears.

— Heleno Bernardi

If in Apology of Socrates, one of his previous works, the artist dissolved the philosopher’s head – mother of all heads in this invention we call the West – in soap foam, now he creates a tombstone and horizon for everything that can be shouted in red and insistently whispered and repeatedly by the stamps, until the multiplication of the gesture dissolves and reinvents senses.

— Daniela Name