Amid global crisis of values of the beginning of the ХХI century the choreographer turned to secure moral foundations and created a ballet about warring against God and seeking after God, about unbelief and belief, the nature of human depravity and spiritual salvation.
The piece didn't get great reviews in New York--probably they'd have had to call it Beyond Purity for that. That might at least arouse curiosity. I do believe it got better reviews where I am, but alas, where I am really does not matter in the international scope of things. Just to illustrate: to get to a really good ballet class, here's what I have to do: get to my local tram stop more than three and a half hours before I want to be home again, settling down by the TV with my husband, watching the news. So I got there and whaddaya know? A delay. Which meant arriving at the local Hauptbahnhof three nanoseconds too late for the regional express train that takes 12 minutes to the city with the good ballet class. Which meant taking the ICE, which also takes 12 minutes, but they found me and insisted I pay them an additional fourteen euros and some cents (never mind the three euro ten cent ticket I'd already purchased). I ambled off to class, but had to leave five minutes early to make the regional express back to my town. Never mind, it was a great class and all I missed was the reverance at the end. But I had to run, I mean really run, I mean, gang way, bulls of Pamplona run to get to track 11 in order to just make it to my train. Never mind. Ballet is lovely, the Russians endlessly inspiring.