Can art be created during a time of war and conflict? Is it even required when a country is besieged by bombs, ballistic missiles and drone attacks, its borders pushed back by the constant assaults of a belligerent invading army? Should we make time for theatre, dance, music, and song when a far more real, deadly drama is unfolding in a theatre of war on one’s doorstep?
These questions are never far from the people of Ukraine. With the country locked in a bloody battle with Russia—three months shy of its grim four-year anniversary—it would be easy for Ukrainians to question the point and purpose of artistic expression in such times.
For me, these realities were laid bare within hours of arriving in Kyiv. After the ten-hour night train from the Polish city of Przemyśl, my first evening was spent mostly underground in a bomb shelter deep inside Hotel Ukraine, while Shahed drones and Iskander, Kalibr and Kinzhal rockets rained down on the city. Although I never felt in any imminent danger, descending several flights of stairs to the urgent wail of air-raid sirens was both intimidating and terrifying.
I had arrived a few days before the much-anticipated performance of Opera Aperta’s Gaia-24. Opera del Mondo at the Lesya Ukrainka National Academic Theatre on 27 November. Described by its composers and musical directors Roman Grygoriv and Illia Razumeiko as a contemporary geohistorical opera—and produced by Olga Diatel, Volodymyr Burkovets and Yuliia Parysh—Gaia-24 premiered in Kyiv in May 2024. It toured several European cities before being staged again in Berlin, Kyiv and Zaporizhzhia in 2025, and received the Classical:NEXT Innovation Award in May 2025.
I had to see it. But that meant travelling into a war zone.
People still smile in Kyiv. One can almost be fooled into thinking life is normal. With over a thousand years of architectural history, ancient and modern sit side by side. It feels like any East European city, yet war hovers over conversations like a dark cloud. Scratch the surface and Ukraine reveals a country weighed down by tragedy, sorrow, conflict and suffering.
I was in Kyiv only four nights. I shudder to think what it must be like to live under such anxiety and stress for more than 1,000 days—over three and a half years since Russia’s full-scale invasion.
In such circumstances, art becomes even more vital. Its messages feel more urgent. As W. B. Yeats once said, “we sing amid our uncertainty.” And in Ukraine, they must sing.
Gaia-24 is a child of its time. Its main catalyst was the Russian army’s decision in June 2023 to blow up the dam holding the Kakhovka reservoir—an act of cowardly ecocide that caused an environmental catastrophe. Within days, eighteen billion cubic metres of water had vanished into the Black Sea, and the Kakhovka Sea simply disappeared off the map.
In three acts and almost two hours, Gaia-24 builds toward this terrible moment. Act III quotes the Latin Agnus Dei over videos of parched earth and the now-iconic image of an old upright piano swept away by the floods (the image was actually taken on Khortytsia Island in Zaporizhzhia).
Acts I and II place these images in a wider frame, though the opera offers no linear narrative. Subtitled “Songs of Mother Earth,” Act I unfolds in front of the proscenium arch and along the gallery spaces—at one point, three dancers even climb over the seated audience. Drawing on Sephardic, Crimean Tatar and Ukrainian folk and dance cultures, with hints of other traditions—perhaps an Argentinian tango or a touch of Parisian salon music—Act I is Dionysian and energetic, a celebration of life and its connection with nature.
Act II turns darker. Subtitled “Cabaret Metastasis,” it opens with slip-sliding slow-motion Xenakis, disjointed cellos giving way to metallic percussion and acousmatic noise. A Bulgarian folk melody sung in close harmony by three female voices is punctuated by random piano clusters. Disembodied fragments of Schoenberg’s Pierrot Lunaire and Pergolesi’s Stabat Mater intrude, cut through by pulsing generator sounds.
The opera’s full Dionysian spirit erupts in the chaotic Act III (“Dance for Mother Earth”), where thrash metal shifts abruptly into bubblegum Europop, and nineteenth-century operetta quotations lead to a hilarious spoof of American rapper Cardi B, one of the opera’s many highlights. As the work spirals further out of control, an epilogue returns it to its folk roots with a rousing version of the Ukrainian song Ой у неділю (“Oh on a Sunday”).
Vivid, visceral, engrossingly eclectic and utterly compelling, Gaia-24 is many things, but above all it stands as a passionate cry against the destructive forces of evil and cruelty. Gripping, urgent and unmissable, it serves as an extraordinary artistic statement in a time of war. When presented in this way, art remains a deep and vital form of human expression and communication: an opera the world should see.










