Last night I saw a piece of dance theater based on Hieronymus Bosch's
Garden of Earthly Delights. It was the sort of production where you rarely sat back in your seat and said 'well, they made the safe choice, there.' Writhing dancers in kindof but not really opaque body suits, mostly quiet except for some unsettling laughter. Striking sex act involving a cello. Words really fail, but if you poke at their website you can find some photos:

http://gardenofearthlydelightsnyc.com/

I got nothing more to say on this.