The artist’s greatest defiance as a revolutionary against preordained design is to revolt against his own design, and hack the self – and continually, so that design stands no chance of achieving hegemony, and all things the artist is and does are routinely recontextualized. In effect, the earmark of the artist is routine inconsistency even in the routine of inconsistency. An artist is a living paradox against expectations and an enigma to rage.