The structure of the work begs for repeat viewings: In overlapping episodes, a lone man takes the stage and is then joined by a female or non-binary dancer who partners and circles him, either hardly seeming to see him or, in the case of Iliesiu, gazing with intense love. Atop these primary duets, though, solos and ancillary duets slide like layers in a collage, until the work peaks in a stunning image: the men with arms linked in a V-formation, legs raised in arabesque.
Leta Biasucci and Lucien Postlewaite set the tone, dancing with such clarity that the blackness of the stage picture seemed chiseled around them. Dancing with Kuu Sakuragi, just-promoted soloist Clara Ruf Maldonado was elegant, cold, and entrancing, waving a hand above his head and seeming to control him like a puppet.
Grief in all its subtle permutations seems to be held in this emotionally prismatic ballet. But perhaps its most brilliant element is the costuming by Doris Black, who dresses the men in grey slacks and collared shirts, as conventional as office wear comes. As they seem to flock for the finish, the dancers appear simultaneously human and creaturely. In this way Byrd’s ballet makes us see the truth of human nature—that it is, also, animal nature—anew.
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