When I decided to join the Boy Scouts of America in the fourth grade, I was handed a block of wood and some wheels, and was told to make a car. This car would then be entered into a racing tournament, where there would be a winner, and inevitably some losers. I remember handing it to my dad, who then handed it to a neighbor, and he did all of the design work and constructing of the thing. I painted it.

Walking into the theatre I found the performance space full of construction material – pieces of wood, ladder, sawhorses, and a boom box playing faint music. The stage was set and gave a raw industrial feel; I had no idea of the life these raw elements would take on as construct unfolded.

Construct, a fine, fun performance that gives "dance workshop" a whole new meaning, is not to be missed. An hour where a whole lot happens. Brilliant conception, three wonderful dancers. Polyglot vocabulary of movement and theatrics. Dance macabre, dance satirical, dance mechanical, energetic dance of delight. Kids play, grow up, lovers find and lose each other, build lives, build homes, get silly (very silly), get serious, frame pictures, frame themselves, make their own prisons, make prisons for others. A new kind of drill for dancers you've never seen before.

Opening with a scene that had the audience guffawing, the dancers in construct build image upon image with exacting grace. The imagery is humorous and dark and slips easily between slapstick and poignancy. As the piece progressed I often found myself surprised at how quietly the jokes had turned on their heads, becoming achingly serious.