Ode to a Fragment of Silence is my depiction of my father Bernard Pinto's final journey and reads from right to left. This drawn narrative is a reenactment, a walking, from a place which at that time I still called home — to the cemetery. The narration being a recital of the funereal events drawn to reflect my voice, the lines emanating as marks upon reflection on photographs; and most emphatically a narratology of my fathers voice coming to me as fragments. Memory traces, fragmentations, lines, blots, pressure, the spirit of the moments shared giving form, a trace, transparency, lucidity — some meaning. The moments of drawing, moments within drawing, fragments, stylistic or otherwise. But what really led me to the paper? Rothko in an address to Pratt Institute in November 1958 emphatically spelled out the idea that one must look beyond the concern for self-expression towards seeking ingredients such as having a “clear preoccupation with death — intimation of mortality … Tragic art, romantic art, etc… deals with