"The thing I knew best about him was his silence," wrote Francesca Pollock more than 30 years after the death of her father, artist and painter Charles Pollock. In this intimate account, she tries to penetrate the mystery of that man who died in 1988. To do so, she must, like an archeologist, exhume then shine a light on his works one at a time to begin a fruitful conversation. This patient process, passionately pursued over two decades, allowed her to reveal the immense talent and profound humanity of a man devoured by a myth.