The Story of Elfranko Wessels

  • October 5, 2013 / 14:00
  • October 9, 2013 / 19:00

Director: Amanda Trager, Erik Moskowitz
Cast: Erik Moskowitz, Amanda Trager, Elfranko Wessels
USA, Canada; color, 17’, 2011
English with Turkish subtitles


The Story of Elfranko Wessels, a video installation with original music performed by the artists, depicts portraiture within a portrait: a stammering subject tells his immigration tale in a two-camera interview which occurs around and between the varied boundaries of the artists’ lives.This 2011 work premiered at the International Film Festival Rotterdam and tells the coming-of-age story of a South African man, the son of a white miner. Moskowitz and Trager sing the voice of the talking-head Elfranko Wessels shown recounting his story.

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