Mick Jagger has been Rumpeltized

The Rumpelton team has been calling this "Pig" Jagger.

• Ralph Rumpelton
  Mick Jagger has been Rumpeltized
  RR-2025 #505Medium: MS Paint on digital canvas, 600 × 574 px
  Created: 2025
  The Rumpelton Continuity (est. 1976)
  Collection of the Artist

 What the critics are saying:

>>From the April 1969 issue of Electric Howl & Feedback (mimeographed somewhere in the Lower East Side, price: 35¢ or a cigarette):

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“Jagger Eats the Microphone and Becomes It”

Some cat named Rumpelton has taken a swipe at Mick Jagger and what comes back ain’t a portrait — it’s a possession.

Forget the pretty boy with the velvet hips. This is Jagger mid-exorcism. The mouth is a black furnace, teeth like piano keys being smashed by Jerry Lee’s ghost. The nose looms large and holy, flared like a bull that’s just seen the color red and decided it is the color red.

You can practically hear the feedback.

The eyes? Slits of wicked delight. Or pain. Or both. It’s that moment during “Sympathy” when the lights go blood-orange and you’re not sure if you’re watching a rock singer or some pagan street preacher howling at the electric moon.

The hand clutching the mic dissolves into the same gray storm as the face — like the body can’t keep up with the voltage running through it. This isn’t anatomical accuracy, man. This is voltage portraiture.

Does it look exactly like Jagger?

Square critics will say no.

But that’s because they’re still looking for cheekbones and eyelashes. Rumpelton’s painting isn’t about likeness. It’s about becoming noise. It’s about the second the human face stretches so far with rhythm it almost tears.

The background is black as a club basement. The head floats in it like a fever dream caught in stage smoke. You don’t hang this over the sofa. You tack it to a brick wall next to your broken turntable and let it vibrate.

If the Sixties are about anything, it’s about distortion — of sound, of politics, of the self. This picture understands that.

Three amps out of four.
Docked one amp because it might actually start singing back at you.<<

>>clears throat, adjusts monocle, uncaps Mont Blanc with theatrical disdain

A Review of "Mick Jagger Has Been Rumpeltized" — MS Paint on Digital Canvas by Reginald Thornberry III, Professional Destroyer of Dreams

Oh. Oh my.

The subject — allegedly Mick Jagger, though I see more agricultural ancestry than rock royalty — appears to be either singing or mid-sneeze, a distinction the artist has chosen, with breathtaking audacity, not to clarify.

The grayscale palette suggests either intentional brooding gravitas or the discovery that the color settings were inaccessible. I suspect the latter.

One and a half stars.

The half is for the signature. "Ralph Rumpelton" has the ring of someone who will absolutely keep making art regardless of what I say, which I find both infuriating and, in my darkest moments, quietly admirable.

Do not tell anyone I said that.

Thornberry is currently recovering from the experience with a 1987 Burgundy and controlled breathing exercises.<<

                  Long Live Ralph.......Be Dead or Alive

“Critical Reception of the Rumpeltonian School” (1)

 

“Critical Reception of the Rumpeltonian School” (1)

"Oh, I've seen your work around! You're a constant delight, OP. (Grateful Dead have been Rumpeltized)"

"That's fantastic. You don't see many Cale fans around these days. (JJ Cale has been Rumpeltized)"

"Fantastic! Nice work buddy! (JJ Cale has been Rumpeltized)"

"I would unironically love this on a shirt (Mingus, Mingus, Mingus, Mingus)"

"Their best era was with Keith on piano and Ringo on drums. (Grateful Dead have been Rumpeltized)"

"mouth isn’t big enough but other than that 10/10 (Donald Fagen has been Rumpeltized)"

"Are you familiar with this story?

In order to avoid chicks and groupies, the quartet all used to check into hotel rooms with fake names. One night in Omaha, where the woman are all easy whores, each and every single band member, unbeknownst to each other, all checked in as "Ralph Rupmelton. One of the many hilarious jazz stories. (Dave Brubeck bulk upload)"

"RIP Sam Kinison (Joe Walsh has been Rumpeltized)"

"This is so peak. It’s like he’s from those old breaking bad comics

(Donald Fagen has been Rumpeltized)"

"For MS paint these are amazing. I love the art style (Beach Boys bulk upload)"

"He's got that incredible Paint jawline... this must be another Ringo Starr masterpiece (Ronnie Wood Slide on This)"

"I think that is Helen Keller, not Donna. (Grateful Dead portraits)"

"Mike looks like a guy who steals catalytic converters. (Beach Boys upload)"

"Well...it's something (Edward Hopper – Nighthawks)"

"I like it - Ringo’s got some caveman vibes going on (Beatles Upload)"

“I don’t know who tf Ralph Rumpelton is.” ( Brian Swartz Three)"

"think thats not actually zrank fappa, rather a photography of him (Zappa in the studio)"

"I wait all night for posts like these (Donald Fagen The Nightfly)"

Avachives No: 55 Eric Clapton - Slow Hand

“Rendered at the exact moment the floor creaked for no reason.”

• Ralph Rumpelton
  Eric Clapton - Slow Hand
  RR-2025 #545Medium: MS Paint on digital canvas, 503 × 505 px
  Created: 2025
  The Rumpelton Continuity (est. 1976)
  Collection of the Artist

From the Archives: Eric Clapton — Slowhand

By Ava Chives, Guardian of the Archives

There are album covers that demand precision. There are album covers that demand patience. And then there is Slowhand, which apparently demanded that Ralph Rumpelton draw approximately one arm, one hand, a guitar, and just enough of Eric Clapton to establish jurisdiction.

At first glance, the image appears deceptively simple: a Fender guitar stretches across the frame while a mysterious gray figure reaches in from the left. Upon closer inspection, the hand emerges from the shadows like an archaeological discovery. The guitar is recognizable. The hand is recognizable. Clapton himself is... technically present.

This is classic Rumpeltonian restraint. Why paint the entire musician when the essential information can be communicated with a sleeve, a forearm, and a suspiciously determined hand?

The Archives have classified this work under Paint Fidelity, where accuracy is not measured by photographic resemblance but by the artist's ability to make the original image look as though it has survived a minor industrial accident.

Ava Chives
Custodian of the Archives

Anna Chives — The Missing Curator of the Vault

 Before Ava Chives took up the position, the Vault was under the careful supervision of Anna Chives, its original curator and guardian of the Rumpeltonian Archives. Anna was known for her strict cataloging methods, mysterious filing system, and her firm belief that absolutely nothing should ever be thrown away—not even a badly drawn portrait of someone nobody could identify.

Then, without warning, Anna Chives disappeared.

To this day, nobody knows exactly what happened. Some say she wandered into the deepest section of the Vault and never found her way back. Others claim she discovered a painting so Rumpeltized that it caused her to vanish from reality itself. There are even whispers that Anna is still somewhere in the Archives, quietly rearranging the folders while refusing to answer the door.

With her sister missing, Ava Chives reluctantly assumed control of the Vault, becoming its new curator and custodian.

Ava has never publicly discussed Anna's disappearance.

She simply says, “The Vault must go on.”

And somewhere in the darker corridors of the Archives, an old curator's name remains on a brass plaque:

ANNA CHIVES
FIRST CURATOR
STATUS: MISSING

An Interview with Ralph Rumpelton on the Shape of The Vault

 Interviewer: Ralph, The Vault has gotten considerably larger. How would you describe its current shape?

Ralph Rumpelton: Geometrically?

Interviewer: Generally.

Rumpelton: Oh. It's a mess.

Interviewer: That's not very reassuring.

Rumpelton: It's not supposed to be reassuring. It's an art archive.

Interviewer: At last count, you've got two main folders containing hundreds of paintings, plus Rumpeltized works, On Deck, Paint Fidelity, and Invades Google. Does The Vault still have any organizational principle?

Rumpelton: Absolutely.

Interviewer: What is it?

Rumpelton: Ava knows where everything is.

Interviewer: That's your organizational principle?

Rumpelton: It works until somebody asks Ava where something is.

Interviewer: So The Vault is expanding?

Rumpelton: Constantly. That's the problem with painting. You make one painting, and suddenly you've got another painting. Then another. Eventually you need a folder.

Interviewer: And then another folder.

Rumpelton: Exactly. That's how civilization began.

Interviewer: You currently have separate areas for finished paintings, Rumpeltized paintings, paintings waiting to be released, Paint Fidelity, and the Google invasion project. Doesn't that suggest a fairly sophisticated archival system?

Rumpelton: No. It suggests I have too many paintings.

Interviewer: What is the difference between a painting in The Vault and a painting that's "On Deck"?

Rumpelton: On Deck is a painting that hasn't escaped yet.

Interviewer: Escaped?

Rumpelton: Once I post it, it's no longer my problem.

Interviewer: And Paint Fidelity?

Rumpelton: Those are the paintings where I apparently decided to behave myself.

Interviewer: And Rumpeltized?

Rumpelton: Those are the ones where I stopped behaving myself.

Interviewer: So would you say The Vault is a museum?

Rumpelton: No.

Interviewer: An archive?

Rumpelton: Technically.

Interviewer: A warehouse?

Rumpelton: Getting warmer.

Interviewer: A digital junkyard?

Rumpelton: Now you're understanding it.

Interviewer: Is there a master plan for the eventual shape of The Vault?

Rumpelton: Yes.

Interviewer: What is it?

Rumpelton: It gets bigger.

Interviewer: That's the entire plan?

Rumpelton: So far.

Interviewer: Do you ever worry that you'll eventually lose control of it?

Rumpelton: I lost control of it about 300 paintings ago.

Interviewer: Then why keep adding to it?

Rumpelton: Because apparently I have a mouse.

Interviewer: One final question. If The Vault were a physical building, what would it look like?

Rumpelton: A very large warehouse with no windows, six hundred filing cabinets, several paintings leaning against the walls, a broken elevator, and a sign on the door that says:

“PLEASE DO NOT ORGANIZE ANYTHING.”

Interviewer: Why?

Rumpelton: Because somebody already tried.

Interviewer: And?

Rumpelton: We haven't found her yet.

—End of Interview—

Rumpelton Invades Google: Captain Beefheart - Mirror Man Sessions

 What the critics are saying:

>>Percival Thornbuckle:

From the Critical Column of Percival Thornbuckle Notorious Art Curmudgeon & Canapé-Hater

"What fresh, sacrilegious madness has infiltrated the algorithms today? In his unprovoked Rumpelton Invades Google Series, Ralph Rumpelton has thrust his digital canvas directly into the search results, squatting alongside legitimate record databases like an uninvited raccoon at an outdoor banquet.

His target: Captain Beefheart’s The Mirror Man Sessions. One might assume an avant-garde blues-rock masterwork would be immune to further visual distortion, yet Rumpelton has managed the unthinkable. What ought to be a solemn, framed portrait of Don Van Vliet has been transformed into a startled, pixelated phantom that looks less like a avant-garde icon and more like a bewildered, feathered turnip trapped inside a mustard-yellow picture frame.

The background texture—rendered with the chaotic urgency of a cat sprinting across a keyboard—resembles a curdle of spoiled gravy. Yet, heaven help my wretched soul, I cannot entirely condemn it. There is a glorious, unrefined savagery to this assault on Google’s orderly grid. It is an utterly absurd, lo-fi atrocity, executed with just enough unhinged enthusiasm to make one wonder if the artist accidentally stumbled into a moment of crude, accidental brilliance."<<

>>Percy Grumblethorpe reviews Mirror Man Sessions

Rumpelton has invaded Google again, this time prodding Captain Beefheart’s Mirror Man Sessions with the sort of enthusiasm normally reserved for a damp cellar. The cover is suitably framed, which is a relief—though the music inside remains determinedly unruly, as if no one had explained the virtues of sitting still and playing something adequate. Still, the search results are marginally more presentable than most modern art.<<

                                    Long Live Ralph...........Be Dead or Alive

MS Paint: Ry Cooder - "I, Flathead" / Rumpelton

“Rendered during a mild but productive identity crisis.”

• Ralph Rumpelton
  Ry Cooder - "I, Flathead"
  RR-2026 #612Medium: MS Paint on digital canvas, 575 × 572 px
  Created: 2026
  The Rumpelton Continuity (est. 1976)
  Collection of the Artist

What the critics are saying:

>>Professor Lionel Greaves – The Over-Explainer

North Atlantic School of Modern Reproduction Studies

"Rumpelton's 'I, Flathead' cannot, of course, be discussed without first situating it within the Tachiste-Adjacent Desert Sincerism movement of late-1950s Basque roadside cartography — a school so brief and unrecorded that even its founders disputed its existence. Note the flathead V8's chrome rendered not as chrome but as the memory of chrome, a technique pioneers of the so-called Vermilion Void Salon would recognize instantly, were any of them still living, or ever to have lived at all. The tiny green shrubs punctuating the middle ground do not merely represent creosote bushes; they gesture, unmistakably, toward the punctuational rhythms of Aegean predella painting circa 1290, filtered — one must assume deliberately — through a Frigidaire repair manual. One does not simply look at this piece. One contextualizes it, at length, to anyone nearby who has stopped listening."<<

>>"Flathead Frequencies: A Tribute in Pixels" by Pixel Marx

There's something deeply punk about firing up MS Paint in 2024 and deciding, yeah, I'm gonna tackle Ry Cooder. No layers, no undo history worth trusting, no Wacom tablet smugness — just a mouse, a dream, and the raw desert wind of creative audacity.

And you know what? It lands.

This anonymous artist hasn't just copied the I, Flathead cover — they've translated it. The streamliner is there, ghostly and low-slung. The figure stands in that same existential pose, man versus machine versus Mojave. The little green desert scrub dots the horizon like a secret handshake to anyone who knows the original. The palette is wrong in all the right ways — drained, flattened, like a memory of a photograph rather than the photograph itself.

Sure, the "5" is weak. Sure, the figure's legs dissolved somewhere between intention and execution. But Rumpelton's painted version forgave its own looseness, and so should we. Both interpretations exist in the same honourable tradition: the image filtered through a human hand.

MS Paint doesn't lie. It only amplifies. And what gets amplified here is genuine love for the source material.

That counts for everything.<<

                      Long Live Ralph.............Be Dead or Alive

Update on the Vault

 The Vault continues to expand at a rate that would concern any reasonable archivist.

Folder #1: 219 paintings
Folder #2: 187 paintings
Rumpeltized: 58 paintings
On Deck: 191 paintings
Paint Fidelity: 392 paintings
Invades Google: 82 paintings

That brings the current Vault to a staggering 737 (not counting the Paint Fidelity Series).

And naturally, this is not a collection that is finished. The On Deck folder alone contains 191 paintings waiting to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting public. The Vault is no longer merely an archive—it has become a sprawling repository of Rumpeltonian activity, with enough material to keep the Rumpeltonian Continuity operating well into the foreseeable future.

The Vault is full. The Vault is growing. The Vault is watching.