Eisa Davis immerses herself in a water tank in The Essentialisn’t (photo by Daniel J. Vasquez)
THE ESSENTIALISN’T
HERE Arts Center
145 Sixth Ave.
Tuesday – Sunday through September 28, $10-$120
here.org
“Can you be Black and not perform?” is the critical question at the center of Eisa Davis’s intimate and rewarding — and brilliantly titled — The Essentialisn’t.
During the pandemic, I saw Davis in Lynn Nottage’s What Are the Things I Need to Remember, a virtual microplay that was part of Theatre for One’s Here We Are, brief shows presented live for one person at a time, sitting at home in front of their computer, in which not only did the actors have their video and audio turned on but so did the audience member, allowing the performer to gauge the viewer’s reaction in real time — and in some cases even engage in very brief conversation. I wrote that What Are the Things I Need to Remember was “superbly directed by Tiffany Nichole Greene despite the clear limitations of physical space, in which Eisa Davis portrays a woman who brings up an old memory that still haunts her.”
I have the same feeling about The Essentialisn’t, which continues at HERE Arts Center through September 28.
In the lobby is a wall projection of black-and-white clips of legendary Black performers, including actress Dorothy Dandridge, dancer Jeni Legon, and jazz great Hazel Scott playing two pianos, one black, one white, simultaneously. To these, Davis intercuts footage of herself in a black skirt and high heels in a large vertical water tank.
The audience enters the theater itself and is greeted by an interactive art installation consisting of such books as Fred Moten’s Black and Blur, Saidiya Hartman’s Lose Your Mother: A Journey Along the Atlantic Slave Route, and Douglas Kearney’s Mess and Mess and as well as a pair of black Capezio tap-dancing shoes. In the far corner is a box of tags in a half-basketball filled with black dirt; audience members are asked to “write in your vote on essences of Black women” and put them in a clear acrylic box on a stool. The night I went, I saw such handwritten words as helper and light. There is plenty of time for everyone to interact with the books and tags while audio of Daniel Alexander Jones as W. E. B. Du Bois is piped in through a speaker.
After several minutes, the audience is led through a Mylar curtain to a small space with a few rows of seating perpendicular to the stage, which features a standing keyboard with a microphone, a water tank with a ladder, and two hair comforters on the floor. Davis is in the tank, barefoot, in a white dress. Her head emerges from the water and she begins singing over a Mende funeral dirge as video of the ocean and extreme close-ups of a Black woman’s hair, recalling Lorraine O’Grady’s Landscape (Western Hemisphere), are projected on two walls.
“I’m crossin, I’m crossin, I’m crossin the water / Darkness be my friend,” Davis begins. After she leaves the tank, two Sovereigns, Jamella Cross and Princess Jacob, dry her off, then wheel over a coat rack that has LED letters on it spelling out “Can you be Black and not perform?” Davis sings, “No, no, no, no.”
The Essentialisn’t is a magical multimedia mixtape at HERE (photo by Daniel J. Vasquez)
For more than an hour, Davis and the Sovereigns sing and talk about the slave narrative, logic, gender, ritual, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, technologies of liberation, objectification, Afrofuturism, consent, and emancipation in such songs as “No Music,” “Tripping,” “Magical Negro,” and “Black Girl Bullet.” Davis explores Black diasporic culture and the Black feminine, making powerful pronouncements while placing white paper over a few of the words in the LED sign.
“Can you make sense of this nonsense? No,” she says. The Sovereigns declare, “This is not a performance. This is a performance.” Davis explains, “So I’m a act like I know. Even though . . . Let me be clear, performance isn’t the same as being enslaved. There’s just . . . a connection. I can perform, but when it’s forced? When it’s an obligation that can cost livelihood, life if you do or don’t do it? If you do or don’t do it well? When performance equals the illusion of success, an American dream I never even believed in because I knew it was a trick bag?”
The Essentialisn’t is a multimedia mixtape filled with both clear and subtle messages, which makes sense, as Davis, whose given first name is Angela, is the daughter of civil rights lawyer and social justice activist Fania Davis and the niece of educator and activist Angela Davis. Davis, who wrote and directed the piece, builds a genuine connection with the audience, encouraging participation and revealing the artistry, laying it all out in the open.
Her terrific team includes sound designer and live sound mixer Chris Payne, video designer Skye Mahaffie, lighting designer Cha See, soundscape artist Rucyl Mills, costumes by James Gibbel, movement consultant Okwui Okpokwasili, and scenic and costume consultant Peter Born, who add a magical feel to the show, incorporating Houdini-like elements. Cross and Jacob contribute humor and energy to the proceedings.
The Brooklyn-based Davis (The History of Light, The Secret Life of Bees), who won Obies for Passing Strange in 2006 and for Sustained Excellence in 2009 and was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize for Bulrusher in 2007, is a fearless multi-hyphenate, and much of that is on view in The Essentialisn’t, a provocative and affecting work that is as challenging as it is engaging.
The night I went, the audience was mostly white; that fact did not appear lost on Davis. In the scene “What Are You Working On?,” Davis’s grad school acting teacher (the Sovereigns) tells her, “Remember. We can’t train you in Blackness. We’re white. You’ll have to do that for yourself. . . . You’re gifted. You’ll work. But will you do the work?” Davis then covers the word “can” on the LED sign.
“Can you be Black — and not perform?” she says.
It’s not a rhetorical question. Here we are, indeed.
[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]