Just got this in an email from Ralph Rumpelton. No warning, no buildup — just the image. First time he’s ever sent in something mid-process. Usually what shows up is fully Rumpeltized and beyond explanation.
This feels different. Stripped down. Almost clinical.
You can see the reduction happening — the face pared back to essentials, the black field swallowing everything unnecessary. It’s like watching him decide what stays and what gets sacrificed. The lines are tentative but deliberate. The expression is already there, hovering between caricature and intensity.
What struck me most is the restraint. No clutter. No background narrative. Just the head, the collar, the void. It’s a rare glimpse into that moment before exaggeration tips into distortion.
I don’t know if this is the beginning of something or a fragment of something already abandoned. With Ralph, it’s hard to tell. But it’s the first time he’s ever pulled back the curtain even slightly.
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