Ceremonious Rebellion Krista Papista

I grew up in Cyprus in the nineties and always had a sense of skepticism about the way Cypriot history was presented. Especially as a queer woman, these historical portrayals became very suspect to me. Cyprus was invaded multiple times and fucked by everyone and is still politically divided. Yet, the national narratives that have been cemented in books, public events, and movies are specific stories and rituals that are not necessarily connected to the personal narratives which are told by my family or through emerging historical retellings. The art history and the verbal and nonverbal history of an island that geographically borders Turkey, the Middle East, and North Africa is a collage of re-invented narratives, adapted according to one’s political stance, background, mood, and taste. This complexity is what I often observe in my work.

The poetics and psychedelia of Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, and Balkan folklore are a part of me; they are intrinsic to my identity. My manners and spirit have been formed and influenced by these regions and cultures. Traditionally, folkloristic projects have aimed to portray a romanticized and homogenous nationalism that I enjoy dismantling and re-inventing with my work.

Fucklore was an experiment; It was an attempt to create my version of my culture’s folklore in an LP. I also played a tribute to the lives of Livia, Elena, Maricar, Mary Rose, Sierra, Arian, and Asmita who were brutally murdered by an army officer in Cyprus a few years ago. An army officer in Cyprus would meet these migrant women on the dating app Bumble, have sex with them, then kill them (including two of their daughters) and throw them in a lake. The friends of these women would report them missing to the police, but the police in Cyprus never bothered to make a proper investigation into their cases, claiming that these women just crossed the border and went to North Cyprus which is the Turkish-occupied side. He got away with the murders for a while as the police are too racist to acknowledge the lives of these women. The songs on this album were written to pay tribute to these women and the anger we have felt for their mistreatment and misfortune. The album cover is a photo I took of the contaminated lake that has turned orange, near a mining area, where their bodies were found inside suitcases. I invited my friend, artist altifah to do an intervention using artificial intelligence tools. We created this image which looks kind of like a giant wound, or a psychedelic hunted oasis that pretty accurately resembles the Mediterranean amalgam I grew up in and know.

What happened to these women was covered by the media for a very short time frame. There is a severe issue with racism and femicide in Cyprus and throughout the Mediterranean in general. The way migrant workers and women are treated is highly problematic and inhumane. As a white Cypriot girl, it’s not my position to speak on their behalf. I wanted to devote this album to the lives of Livia, Elena, Maricar, Mary Rose, Sierra, Arian, and Asmita. I wanted to carve out what happened in my time frame. These tragedies should not be forgotten, they should be talked about, and we have to put in the effort to create better conditions, protection, and opportunities for these women.

My process involves subverting, queering, and twisting the macho Mediterranean poetics and narratives, through sampling Dabke, Greek, and Balkan melodies, which allows me to channel a sense of hedonism fused with revulsion and chaos. Collaging these effects with my punk-infused computerized production is what went down with Fucklore. I think the idea of anarchy resonates strongly when you’re a queer woman with a Cypriot background.

Ironically, Berlin has given me peace. It gave me opportunities, and it brought me close to different people that have contributed to my work. Berlin is a great place if you’re an artist, queer, and have a permanent rental contract. I loved working with Florentina for the video of the track “I Love the Smell of My Pussy”. I was talking with Florentina for a while, we wanted to make a music video but she was always on tour. It was kind of hard to sync up but then she finally came to Berlin with her performers, for her show at Sophiensaele in 2019. She told me to come to the theater and shoot the video within the setup of her show Apollon. We had to shoot it real quick, in just a few hours, so we decided to integrate me into the visual poems of her show. I asked my friends Ouroboros to film it, and the final production was iconic. Living parallel to Sonnenallee has inspired me to make tracks like “Balkan Dabke” and “Sonnenallee”. I just shot the video of “Sonnenallee” with my friend, photographer Isotta Acquati, featuring my friends Jan Verwoert and Kanella Petropoulou, who have also joined me on tour as stage performers. Kiki Moorse wrote the lyrics of the song and in the video, she sings the song with me while running down Sonnenallee. We are wearing these costumes made of shepherd’s bells, creating a ceremonial shit show of a bronze polyphony, each bell ringing a different note. We captured all of that on film and tape. Last winter, in Athens, I was doing some research for Fucklore and I came across these shepherd’s bells which were used in strange carnival rituals on several Aegean islands. I decided to make costumes with them for my tour. The costumes are made with stylist, Charlotte Gindreau, and they are the loudest instrument I have ever used on stage.

When I say nationalistic ideology, I am referring to the more contemporary right-wing people, which have xenophobic and homophobic attitudes. They support the myth of a Greek-Hellenistic Cypriot identity. In the past, these people would preach and support the idea of Cyprus and Greece uniting. Now they just support the Greek Cypriots controlling the state with a closer association with Greece’s political concerns underlined by strong anti-immigration laws. These people are delusional; the Greeks like us but they couldn’t give a rat’s ass about our country’s politics. Half of Cyprus is currently occupied by the Turks and the only people we should be negotiating and establishing close relationships with are the Turkish Cypriots and the Turks.

Greek and Turkish Cypriot traditional dances performed to British tourists in hotels and restaurants during the summer. Bouzouki and baglamas macho aesthetics. And fucking someone you were in love with two years ago.