Gentrification, Poetry and Unconventional Theater in Jeff Becker’s SEA OF COMMON CATASTROPHE

At first they swam along and then they went down very deep to where the light of the sun stopped and then the light of the sea, and things were visible only in their own light. They passed a submerged village with men and women on horseback turning about a musical kiosk. It was a splendid day and there were brightly colored flowers on the terraces. “A Sunday sank at about eleven o’clock in the morning,” Mr. Herbert said. “It must have been some cataclysm.”
It was this passage from Sea of Lost Time, a short story by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, that inspired Jeff Becker to consider what would later become SEA OF COMMON CATASTROPHE. Even though he directed and designed the show, Becker would rather be known as the “instigator” of the project, and credits much of the production to his colleagues. He would also rather you didn’t view SEA as a work of theater, but as a kind of visual poetry blending multiple disciplines. “It is a multilayered experience that is full of symbolism and metaphor without a linear didactic story line,” said Becker, “In this way the performance is more like a poem, painting, dance or a dream that affects you on many levels.”
This isn’t the first time Becker has rejected traditional theater, as he has worked in unconventional sites such as the Louisiana Wetlands for his production Cry Me One. He cites barrier-pushing performances artists such as Ann Hamilton, Marina Abramovic, Nam Jun Paik, Chris Burden and Laurie Anderson as his influences. For this reason, when SEA came to the 7 Stages Theater in Atlanta, we chose review it as a work of art, rather than conventional theater. As the performance went on, it became apparent that SEA was neither visual art or theater—it defies categorization.
When I look through my notes taken during the performance, they look like the scribblings of a drunken madman. Phrases scrawled rapidly like “boxes as theme,” “the gentrifier dances,” “cardboard door collapses on Clara,” and my personal favorite, “selling pint pint row boat comic money” form a kind of entry-level dadaesque poetry. However, for all its randomness and surrealism, SEA has a pretty clear themes. But even before all that begins, the first thing you notice is the unique set design.
SEA takes place on a precarious two-level structure, which serves at various points as a wall of cardboard boxes, a dance floor, a house and a coffee shop. At times, the immense structure serves as a projector screen for Becker’s own illustrations of turtles, fishing boats, seagrass, six-pack plastic rings and more, animated by Courtney Egan. Immediately, the set design feels both very DIY and anti-traditionalist. At 7 Stages, the set is also startlingly close to the audience, and Becker believes the proximity allowed for a better experience. Whether you want to be or not, you are immediately encased in this strange new world. As soon as you are acquainted, however, the themes of displacement and navigation take hold. Unlike New Orleans audiences, who had to physically move through the set, Atlanta audiences are stationary, but it doesn’t feel like it. We are in a rowboat, and the sea is about to get rocky.
We begin with Clara, played by the great Mahalia Abéo Tibbs, a beautiful woman who appears to have risen from the sea. Someone in the audience said the word “mermaid,” but Clara’s presence felt more spiritual than childish. She recites a verse on “how to make a sea in 10 easy steps,” and so begins the recurring character of Water. Water is everywhere in this production, from the title to the sound to the character’s dress to a metaphor for gentrification—though at times, it is also a symbol of comfort. We follow Clara and her magic red vase that talks to her in her grandmother’s voice, repeating unexpectedly profound phrases like, “There was a time when I could walk on water, but I still know how to fly.” Clara’s world consists of her friend Perpetua and the mischievous Tobias. They all seem to be facing hard times, as they constantly pack and unpack boxes, and Tobias, clad in an oversized, many-pocketed jacket, continously tries to steal things. Their world is interrupted by Mr. Herbert, the gentrifier.