In the restless heart of Dakar, where the Atlantic throws salt against unfinished buildings and motorbikes stitch through traffic like impatient needles, Malik painted murals no one commissioned. He chose walls that were already cracked. To him, they were honest. Malik grew up between two worlds: his grandfather’s stories of pre-independence struggle and his younger sister’s obsession with digital design and NFTs. In their small apartment, a carved wooden mask hung beside a flat-screen TV permanently tuned to music videos. Tradition and Wi-Fi coexisted without apology. Modern African art, Malik believed, lived in that tension. He studied briefly at an...