Our performance “La Luna crocante” at Vebikus (Long Night of Museums, Schaffhausen)
And here you’ll find a short text about our performance La Luna crocante at Vebikus during the Long Night of Museums in Schaffhausen.
Documenting a performance is an art form in itself — here I try to share how we experienced it and what inspired our work.
It’s a personal reflection rather than a detailed report.
Enjoy reading!
There’s a difference between waking up after a performance with Crunchy Moon and after a regular concert.
After a performance, for instance, all my teased hair still stands on end. I didn’t dare comb it properly — I went to bed too late and was far too tired. The result the next morning is overwhelming.
Glitter still sticks everywhere on my face. Because I’m so tired, I drink my coffee too fast — and far too much of it.
I start sorting through all the photos we got — every possible angle of the performance — and post them online, because I don’t know what else to do, and I’m not familiar with Schaffhausen.
When Yara pokes her head through the door, I say:
“Volumizing powder, Yara, volumizing powder is the key! Look at me — my hair is still standing on end, and I still have the moon in my head and everywhere it doesn’t belong. And anyway — do you remember what that Chinese woman said? That delicate woman who spoke so beautifully? And the milk you spilled at the end was the crucial element and…”
Then I realize maybe I should make Yara a coffee before serving her so many words.
I put on another espresso.
Yara looks at me and says I need to cool down — so we head down to the Rhine.
And there stands our Anna, wearing the moonlit silver shoes from yesterday’s performance, her husband beside her, the baby in her arms.
Yara and I look at her, full of awe and excitement.
Then we dive into the Rhine.
Because the water is so cold, we have to talk about something hot. And with that, we manage to float a good stretch downstream.
When our feet touch bottom again, we talk about harsh reality.
And when we lie in the grass, watching how the water reflects in the leaves of the trees, we talk about our dreams.
The baby squeals with joy.
From the north, a pitch-black rain front approaches. The whole autumn rushes toward us — it’s the last day of summer.
We watch Anna’s daughter and think nothing at all.
The Long Night of Museums in Schaffhausen was impressive.
The audience at Kunsthalle Vebikus, who invited us, was wonderful.
What we brought to the stage still lingers: questions we carry like a net around our body and soul;
the armor we strap on to live with all our feelings and fears;
and the gold that shimmers inside us like the Nibelungen treasure resting in the Rhine.
“Hey, girls,” I chatter —
because the September sun warms me only slowly.
Thank you for yesterday. Really.
