"I was in the market watching butchers cut meat on these polyurethane chopping boards. It made me think of people who defend their territories and everyone who wants to live in peace. The chopping boards were covered in scars. I wanted to erase the stagnant smell of rotting flesh buried deep in the scars, to remove all traces of blood. So I cleaned them again and again, as we do with all our scars in Colombia, to pretend that nothing terrible happens here"