Within a boxing ring and surrounded by spectators, she will tether him to her, as he becomes all that she envisions a man to be. Nora Chipaumire (chip-oh-MEER-ay) lost her father as a child and was raised by women. In this visceral exploration of African masculinity, the Zimbabwe-born choreographer is joined by the specters of her estranged father, performed by two other dancers. In a makeshift boxing ring, under the harsh glow of halogen worklights, the three trade jabs steeped in Chipaumire’s contemporary African movements. They teeter between combat and play, exploding and exploiting stereotypes of black manhood with the subject a man who can embody the ancestral as well as the modern, a man both strong and fragile. “Ms. Chipaumire is an artist of ferocious intensity.” (New York Times)