Petronio himself makes an unannounced appearance in a pool of light, performing his 1986 solo #3. In a piece like this, hes inimitable. His hands claw as they reach up. He wriggles almost cautiously, caresses his body, touches his face, totters. Hes looking up even as hes caving in. Ive always thought that the essence of this work was a kind of ardent decomposition. In the context of this program, he might be giving birth.