He used the cotton sheet fabric with which Muslims wrap corpses before burial. This last work was found folded under the pillow upon which he enjoyed his last sleep. He was 37. In 1987 I was entrusted by the estate of Mor Faye to set up a retrospective exhibition. A highlight was the display of a powerful series about apartheid from 1982, long before it became an international concern.
Some critics attempt to confine any contemporary and universal artistic proposition from Africa.
Contemporary art from Africa appears to them irrelevant. In the art of Mor Faye we find an unspoken challenge to such critics. Mor Faye invites us on a cosmic journey in which many grand masters are his astral companions and delivers the message of a secret master in exile. His work remains a strong statement of emotion, freedom, and openness an endless searching, which is the purpose of all art. The absolute tool of time, through which he has been able to make openings, has been his best companion in crossing the centuries of human experience and in building a memory for the future.