Watching a work by Doug Varone, I think, "These are my people." So, I suspect, do many in the audience. The members of his company are superb dancers, but Varone's choreography—with its hesitations, awkward tenderness, bravery, and belligerence—emphasizes their humanity. And he weaves all the apparent contradictions and changes of intent into a tide of movement in which push and pull, fall and spring up, caress and spurn, eddy together. Images surfacing from the full-bodied dancing stir memories and run... More >>>