Precarious Lee never won any awards. He came in third in his sixth grade spelling bee, and that was better than he had expected to do, so he was happy. He created no lasting works; Precarious never learned to sculpt, and he didn’t have the patience for novel-writing. He facilitated art, but never got around to making any. Precarious has lived his life without inflicting much of a scar on the historical record.
But, Precarious? He did that bullshit right there.
And that bullshit right there? That’s art.