At the time Jorge Selarón moved into a modest house a few steps up the hill, the stairway was neglected and badly in need of repairs. In 1990, Selarón started working on some renovations to the steps across from his house and he never stopped. He confesses: It became a passion. I was obsessed, possessed, everyone laughed at me. The rent was late, my phone was cut off, but any money I got by selling my paintings, I spent on materials to continue my work.