Pacific Northwest Ballet’s “Director’s Choice” program features works by David Dawson, Jessica Lang and William Forsythe. “Director’s Choice” runs through March 26.

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Pacific Northwest Ballet’s “Director’s Choice” program is a lovely evening of dance that’s presented in the wrong order, like a dinner where all the food is good, but dessert for some reason comes first — which surely makes the meal more memorable, but feels a bit off-balance.

There’s a reason David Dawson’s “Empire Noir” opened the evening: It features a massive set piece — a dark, looming shape, like the prow of a ship — that clearly takes time to assemble, more time than an intermission would allow. But I wished its final, flung-to-the-winds arabesque could have been the evening’s end note; it’s a powerful work whose exhausted dancers found sharp-edged poetry.

Dawson, whose floaty, electric “A Million Kisses to My Skin” was performed by PNB in 2012 and 2014, fills “Empire Noir” with arabesque; a shape that both mirrors the set and seems to suggest a bird in flight (particularly in a long, beautifully airborne lift). Another frequently repeated shape is quirkier: arms extended out to the side with fingers of one hand pointing up, the other hand pointing down. Slouchy, hippy walks alternate with breathless runs, whipping turns, spiraling lifts; by its end (how can they dance so hard for so long?), that last, lingering arabesque seems like an emphatic punctuation mark. The audience, on opening night, roared approval.

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‘Director’s Choice’

Through March 26 at Pacific Northwest Ballet, McCaw Hall, Seattle; $30-$187 (206-441-2424 or

Jessica Lang’s elegant “Her Door to the Sky,” the evening’s closer, might have benefited from an earlier slot. It’s a gentle, lyrical work inspired by the paintings of Georgia O’Keeffe and set to a Benjamin Britten score. Bradon McDonald’s costumes — long, Martha Graham-esque dresses for the women, buttoned shirts/pants for the men — feature splashes of earth-toned color, swirling around the dancers; Nicole Pearce’s lighting design (which darkens middance, as if the Southwest sun is setting) plays with those colors and changes them, creating a dance of its own.

The movement — sometimes suggesting folk dance, or poses on a Grecian urn — is soft and pleasing, particularly Sarah Ricard Orza’s delicate solo, in which her sweeping skirt seems to be a paintbrush. She moves from lying on the floor, as if mourning, to being held aloft, diving into a sea of dancers who softly catch her. It’s a work that creates a sort of celestial mood, like it’s floating on a cloud; sending the audience home quietly.

In between these two was the return of William Forsythe’s “New Suite,” a series of brief pas de deux (many of which whimsically play with the idea of how a dance should end). It showed off the powerhouse partnership of Carrie Imler (watch her while you can; she retires at the end of the season) and Jonathan Porretta, the irresistible charm of Angelica Generosa, an exquisitely sigh-inducing slow lift performed by Leah Merchant and Steven Loch, and masterful violin work by Michael Jinsoo Lim and Emilie Choi.