CYRIELLE GULACSY

THE HIVE AND THE WAVE

1 May 2025 - 31 May 2025
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Some bodies shine so brightly that, though not celestial, they have nothing to envy in their stellar elders. The story reminds us to stay aware, for there are other stars dazzling below the skies—stars that teach us how to wonder.

At the center of our system, the sun has ignited. Its heart is melting, and hydrogen falls for helium. Light is born from darkness, and gamma photons are forged under immense pressure. In a violent ballet of billions of collisions, fusion flares up. A photon appears, transforms, vanishes, bounces—striking atoms that absorb it only to release it again. Metamorphosed over millennia in the heart of the magma, it is the fruit of the solar core where it was once imprisoned. After countless nights vibrating within the furnace, it finally breaks free from the primal chaos to reach the surface and don its final garment—woven from light and wave.

The wave now takes a leap of faith and rushes forward at a furious pace. When it comes to speed, she is unrivaled. Having barely escaped her silent fate, she flies in a straight line through the void of space, guiding light toward Earth. Like Lucifer, she flees the Most High, crying out to the horizon to welcome her among the wavering frequencies—too impatient to battle for the sky. Reaching the edge of Earth, she is embraced by the soft clamor of the atmosphere and blushes with pleasure. Like a weightless soul, she spreads in all directions. She has forsaken the heavens to rest upon the Earth. She has no memory, but the shades of dawn are filling her mind.

In the final moments of her descent, she leans forward, surprised to feel herself dispersing—until a miracle interrupts her flight. This subtle encounter changes her forever: she brushes against a bee.

The divine touch of this ethereal visitor goes unnoticed by our failing eyes. At her contact, the wave flows within the bee. It is the marriage of Heaven and Earth. Draped in ash and sun, the bee has no idea she is made of light. And yet, she has nothing to envy in our dear star. Her system is not solar, but it radiates warmth, surpassing even the sun in power. Within her cells, molecules stir, spin, and sway, until a new lightwave is released—this time, from life itself. The bee glows unknowingly, a silent and invisible light in the infrared field. She knows nothing of the chaos that shaped her, nor of her celestial sisters. Nor does she know of this wave now warming her heart. Day after day, she feeds on flowers, unaware that she is the reason they bloom, and that she releases a light we do not yet know how to see.

Seeking refuge for our thoughts among the stars, we forget that the present does not reach as far as the eye can see. Beyond the horizon lies an image of the past. When we lift our eyes to this starry illusion, the reflection we perceive is already a distant memory. It carries the traces of the first light and the story of the stars that shaped it—but their present state escapes us forever. Space and time are a single landscape, invisible to our eyes, where light commands. It dictates the hours to humans, who are always running behind, left with their dreams as their only comfort. Beguiled by visions of greatness, their roots no longer touch the ground since they followed that once-maternal sky—now barren.

Meanwhile, on Earth, like the very first stars, bees continue to spread the dust that brought us to life. Living constellations beneath our blind eyes, standing still before the void. What if we turned our gaze downward, to explore the world beneath our feet, and learn to see terrestrial stars—splitting the air in silence, with the ground as their ether and the weight of the sky as their only border?

– a tale told by Cyrielle Gulacsy

Cyrielle Gulacsy (b. 1994, Paris) lives and works in Paris. Her work evolves under the influence of modern sciences, moving toward the representation of an imperceptible reality in the realm of abstraction, revealing the invisible laws of nature. Space-time, electromagnetism, and the diffraction of light are among the fields of research and experimentation that allow her to explore new representations of reality. In her work, she explores our perception of light through space and time and reveals the matter that composes it. Each point, whether it represents the measurement of a particle or a celestial object, gives form to an inaccessible reality and offers an intimate yet dizzying perspective of the world around us.

Recent exhibitions include ‘A Moving Frequency’ Mignoni Gallery, New York, 2024, , ART-O-RAMA avec Château La Coste Editions, Marseille, Terrestrial Light, Galerie Anne-Sarah Bénichou, Paris,  2023, and Light in the Distance, Mignoni Gallery, New York, 2022. She has also participated in group shows such as ‘Le jour des peintres’ at Musée d’Orsay, Paris in 2024 and ‘I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe’ , FRAC Corse, 2021 , ‘Les Apparences’ , Centre d’art de Perpignan, 2021 , and was a Villa Albertine resident in 2025.

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