Now he’s a Jackson Pollock painting.
That crap isn’t art…
Or a “Hunter” fake of straw spew paint blobs... unicolor.
This kind of crazed endorphin charging escapes understanding. There was one in the 70’s that, because it succeeded still freaks out people who watch video of it, so will not post it.
Phillipe Petit at WTC towers during construction. No net, and he sat down and got back up— on a wire his team pulled from a crossbow shot across to the other tower. He had a balance beam— and no fear of heights. Beats the Great Wallenda.