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Colleen Thomas Dance performs a site-specific work on Governors Island, September 16-18.<\/p>\n

\"Colleen

Colleen Thomas (green skirt) and her family on Governors Island in the 1970s<\/p><\/div>\n

Visiting Governors Island for the first time (yes, really), I look at the fine old wooden houses ranged around the grassy expanse known as Nolan Park\u2014some of them quite grand\u2014and wish I could have grown up there. Probably not when its cannons, facing the scant 800 yards of water that separate the island from Manhattan, hammered away during the Revolutionary War and the War of 1812. No, I see myself there between 1966 and 1996 when it was a Coast Guard base, and officers lived in those houses with their families.<\/p>\n

Choreographer Colleen Thomas had that privilege. Between 1973 and 1978, her father, Jim Stephens, served as a Public Affairs Officer with the Coast Guard, and she and her brother romped over that turf to play or attend school. They didn\u2019t live in the house where she has been presenting her Welcome Home<\/em>, but in a brick building behind it. So she has transplanted her childhood memories from the 1970s into a now-vacant, two-story yellow house with a front porch and a fireplace in almost every room. Home movies of family life play on a vintage yellow television set in what must have been the parlor. Films and slides also show on two monitors in the kitchen\u2019s open fridge, and one snakes around the hall walls via a hand-held projector (video design: Jason Akira Somma). Photos hang on the walls. One of Thomas; her husband, choreographer Bill Young; and their offspring (Olivia, 10, and Dylan, 5) duplicates one from the 1970s of her parents; her brother, Dean; and her. Both images were taken in front of the same tree, with Manhattan in the background. Only now the tree trunk has almost doubled in diameter.<\/p>\n

\"Three

Three generations in Welcome Home<\/em>. From the top: Kathy Stephens, Colleen Thomas, and Olivia Young. Photo: Julia Discenza<\/p><\/div>\n

In one way or another, members of the Stephens and Young families participate in this collection of memories brought to dancing life. Dylan Young sells lemonade on the porch for 5\u00a2 a Dixie cup. Jim Stephens hosts a display of small images upstairs in a tiny back room (once an office perhaps). And the first sight the audience sees when entering the front hall are the three females of the family sitting on the steep narrow staircase that leads to the floor above\u2014Thomas\u2019s mother, Kathy Stephens, at the top; Thomas halfway down; and her <\/em>daughter, Olivia, near the bottom. They move in quiet unison\u2014lifting their arms and opening them, twisting their bodies. The sweet scene gives a hint of what\u2019s to come.<\/p>\n

I saw Welcome Home<\/em> at its final dress rehearsal, when the audience numbered only three or four, and three photographers were at work, so my experience may differ slightly from that of the spectators (twenty at a time) who will wend their way through the house during a performance. They, like us, may be handed tiny flashlights when they have to climb the narrow winding stairs from the kitchen. And they, too, will feel, I\u2019m sure, that the fairly small rooms often seem about to burst from the energy of the dancers\u2014rumpusing as children and teenagers, and dreaming of what it means to be a grownup.<\/p>\n

\"Samantha

Samantha Allen dancing in an upstairs room. Photo: Julia Discenza<\/p><\/div>\n

This isn\u2019t a play. No literal dramas develop. John McGrew\u2019s music and his sound design incorporating pop music of the \u201870s and family voices help build an atmosphere. Elvis makes an appearance\u2014 not only vocally, but in the form of an almost life-sized cardboard cutout that\u2019s pulled lovingly out of a closet by dancer Samantha Allen in a room whose floor is strewn with white underpants. Remember Peggy Lee singing Rodgers and Hammerstein\u2019s \u201cI enjoy being a girl\u201d? Those lines that we hear, such as \u201cI\u2019m strictly a female female,\u201d could still resonate and be argued about by Thomas and her friends more than a decade after they were written. Allen, taking off her shirt and jeans in an upstairs room to don heels, a flowery dress, a sleeveless fake fur vest, and shades, brings to mind a little girl edging toward teendom, and the baby blue plastic microphone and stand that she clutches convincingly cinch the image, while Thomas and Darrin Wright dance their rock \u2018n roll hearts out.<\/p>\n

\"Men

Guys at play: Oluwdanilare (Dare) Ayorinde (L) and Pedro Osorio hoist Darrin Wright in Colleen Thomas’s Welcome Home<\/em>. Photo: Julia Discenza<\/p><\/div>\n

There are some mysteries in Welcome Home<\/em>, and I think that\u2019s a good thing. Who hasn\u2019t looked at a long-ago family photo and wondered things like, \u201cWho was the guy in the cap?\u201d Or \u201cWhat was Aunt Ella doing there?\u201d In one upstairs room, Saradiane (Sadi) Mosko and Keith Johnson simmer around behind a white net sheet strung across the room. Together in the confined space, they\u2019re alone in their dancing, their movements loose and free, yet somehow argumentative too. In a wildly impulsive acrobatic game in what must have been the dining room, Oluwdamilare (Dare) Ayorinde, Pedro Osorio, and Wright career around, while Johnson, looking intimidated, huddles on a mammoth, vividly patterned beanbag chair (fetched from the Stephens\u2019 attic). Eventually the others are vaulting over him and knocking into him. Maybe they\u2019re kids with energy to burn; maybe they\u2019re young seamen\u2014since they several times show up left-right-lefting around the house, both outside and inside. In the very dark pantry, Jessica Stroh jerks miserably (?) around on the floor, while Allen perches on a counter and watches.<\/p>\n

School days and girl scouts are hinted at. A gathering in the dining room cleverly collages (\u201cstirs up\u201d might be a better verb) a host of youthful events. Look hard, and you\u2019ll see a girl dragging on her first cigarette, while others indulge in swordplay (the weapons, like the cigarette, invisible) or explode into judo moves or fall to the floor. Wright turns his fingers into a bull\u2019s horns, or his arms and hands into alligator jaws, and attacks (most ignore him). A later let\u2019s-play-cowboys vignette upstairs evokes the clich\u00e9s of endless movies (as when the guy presumed dead sits up and shoots the shooter). It\u2019s admirable that none of these splendid dancers pretends to be<\/em> a child or a teenager; they all simply perform whatever Thomas has designed with great skill, humor, and serious fervor.<\/p>\n

\"Saradiane

Saradiane (Sadi) Mosko (L) and Jessica Stroh in Welcome Home<\/em>. Photo: Julia Discenza<\/p><\/div>\n

If I\u2019ve led you to believe that there\u2019s more pantomime than dancing in Welcome Home<\/em>, that\u2019s not true. Dance powers all the encounters and the individual explosions\u2014flung out and fierce, say, when Ayorinde has a room to himself for a few minutes, more precise when Stroh and Mosko, legs wide apart, jog from side to side as tautly as racers waiting for the starting gun. The women practice sexy steps. Wright and Thomas pair up, jitterbug style. And, in the end, after Jim Stephens has summoned us down from the room with the Elvis cutout, the whole cast (including Bill Young) assembles in a long diagonal for a line dance before breaking into Saturday-night celebration.<\/p>\n

Moving through the site and coming upon these boiling-up activities and more, you are always a spectator on a subtly guided tour, but history seeps in as you climb the house\u2019s stairs, step on its polished floors, look up at the peeling paint on its walls, pause to read what\u2019s scribbled on the hall blackboard, or notice the plethora of spider plants and the macram\u00e9 hanging. The piece and the structure that houses it are like a palimpsest, but one in which the present reality and what might be behind it are both true and, in part, fiction.<\/p>\n

The moment at which being and remembering and stepping (sort of) into someone else\u2019s shoes hits me most powerfully occurs in one seconds-long moment. We\u2019re in the little chamber dubbed \u201chistory room,\u201d and Thomas\u2019s father tells us that the building where the family actually lived can be seen out the window he points to. I walk over to the window, and there on the lawn below is Osorio. Perhaps he\u2019s on his way to that other structure. He smiles and waves to me, and I wave back. So long, see you later. Suddenly, I\u2019m in someone else\u2019s life\u2014or Thomas\u2019s artful recollection of something that might have happened. Or of something like something that did happen. Generations ago.<\/p>\n

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The cast of Welcome Home<\/em> takes a bow. (L to R): Jessica Stroh, Saradiane (Sadi) Mosko, Oluwdamilare (Dare) Ayorinde, Bill Young, Keith Johnson, Samantha Allen, Darrin Wright, Pedro Osorio, Kathy Stephens, Olivia Young, and Colleen Thomas. Photo: Julia Discenza<\/p><\/div>\n

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