Lab MILAN’23
George & Przemyslaw Germany Mix Media

Artwork title : #BeeMortality

I. The Crucifix of Nature
 
In a world pulsating with life, a symbol emerges, a crucifix not of wood or stone, but of recycled honeycombs. This unique cross, painted in a bloody red, stands as a testament to the fragility of existence. It represents a dire warning, a symbol of death, yet it’s composed of elements that speak of life and sustenance. The honeycombs, intricate and complex, are the very essence of the bees life, their home, their sanctuary. But here, they form a cross, a symbol of mortality. The red hue, a stark contrast to the natural golden browns of the comb, evokes the vibrant color of blooms, a reminder of the interconnectedness of bees and flowers, life and death.
 
II. Whispers from the Hive
 
At the heart of this cross, a haunting message is inscribed: “WE DIE”. This simple, yet powerful declaration speaks volumes. This message reveals itself only from a distance, embodying the idea that sometimes, the true image in our lives is not immediately apparent; we must take a step back to gain a fuller understanding. It’s a cry from the bees, a reflection of their plight in our world. As bees face unprecedented challenges, their message resonates with a chilling clarity. The bees, essential pollinators of our ecosystems, are dying at alarming rates, and their demise heralds our own peril. Their death is not just a loss of a species; it’s a warning of the collapse of the intricate web of life that sustains us all. The message is not just a statement of fact, but a call to action, a plea for awareness and change.
 
III. The Choice We Face
 
In the shadow of the red honeycomb cross, a question arises, echoing the silent cry of bees facing extinction: “What path will we choose?” This query highlights our interconnectedness with these vital creatures. It challenges us to decide whether to coexist sustainably with bees or continue endangering their survival and ours. The answer, intertwined with the fate of these essential pollinators, lies in our collective choice.