A smiling man with a beard and glasses, wearing a cap and a plaid shirt, sitting inside a vehicle.

Artist Jeremy Ruby

Jeremy Ruby is a multidisciplinary artist working under the banner LoudMind Studios, blending tattoo artistry, wood sculpture, comic storytelling, and digital illustration into a single visual language. His work sits at the intersection of fine art and outlaw culture — part machine, part myth, and entirely personal.

Rooted in the visual traditions of American tattooing, hot-rod culture, and pop surrealism, Ruby transforms traditional mediums like CNC-carved wood, resin, and ink into contemporary fine-art statements. His recurring motifs — saints of chaos, mechanical beasts, skulls, and sacred machinery — explore identity, rebellion, and transformation in a world saturated with noise.

Ruby exhibits at comic conventions and tattoo expos across the East Coast, bringing fine-art craftsmanship to spaces outside traditional galleries. His work has evolved into a larger movement — a call to create fearlessly and unapologetically.

He currently lives and works in Pennsylvania, where LoudMind Studios serves as both a workshop and a manifesto: art that refuses to behave.

LoudMind is my rebellion against silence.
Through wood, ink, and digital fire, I explore the beauty inside chaos — the noise that makes us human. My work merges the visual language of tattoo culture, pop surrealism, and industrial craft, transforming everyday materials into modern relics. Each piece carries the tension between control and instinct — carved, burned, or painted until it hums with life.

My art asks what happens when rebellion becomes worship — when machines, myth, and memory collide. Whether I’m engraving a clock face, painting a mutant saint, or sketching a comic panel, the goal is the same: to expose the rhythm of defiance and transformation that lives in all of us.

I call it Industrial Mythology — a fusion of the sacred and the scarred, built from grease, neon, and grit.
Every LoudMind piece is a confession carved in wood, a prayer screamed through distortion, and a reminder that beauty doesn’t whisper — it roars.