The Miguel Gomes-esque slice of life fantasia Like Shadows Growing... somehow naturally precedes an exacting essayistic short that feels like Farocki and Marker taking on Pablo Escobar.
Rather than look at a cycle of repetition or collective arrested development, as in his two early shorts, here Restrepo is concerned with alterations, a re-rendering of the past through distorted yet malleable images of war. Despite seeming scrappy, it's elegantly strung together.
Textile dye is as powerful as a prison-made pen ink tattoo gun when it's in front of the camera. The offset image is the clearest of all.