By Rachel Straus

A bomb. Bone fragments on broken pavement. A mother’s search for her son—in no apparent order.

These are William Forsythe’s raw materials for ”Three Atmospheric Studies.” They bear little in common with the 58-year-old philosopher-choreographer’s former predilection for abstractions. Nor do they lend themselves to développé, penché, pirouette. In Forsythe’s action play—a […]