Quiet isn’t silent, and choreographer William Forsythe knows the difference. In his A Quiet Evening of Dance at The Shed’s Griffin Theater, the primary soundtrack in the first act is the dancers’ pants, grunts, and wheezes. Occasional bird chirps, and later, a sparse, grumbling score for piano do knock at the musical void, but the result remains the same — to make you see the movement. Absence directs attention to presence.
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