A Creature of the Night

VYRYSYR is a unique artist's mark, a tag/signature/brand. It is meant to carry the power of mystery and something that may feel strange or uncertain. As the designer behind the mark, I am a graphic artist with a passion for the dark, weird, and macabre. There are plenty of opportunities to create work for corporate and daytime companies, but a life with normies can be suppressive and dull; I prefer the weirdos and freaks.

My specialty is print design, the power of physical media in real space hits so much harder than a social media clip (though a dark and gorgeous design can kill in cyberspace too). Maybe it's nostalgia but something seems poignant about paper: a ragged poster on an alleyway wall, a dusty book jacket moldering on a shelf, that dog-eared vinyl cover lost and forgotten in the attic. 

Ironically, I use digital tools to create my designs, but amongst the glossy tech sites and pastel colored oat-milk packaging, there still exists the rough and messy, the dark and twisted, the death and decay I won't let the world forget.

But, on another note...

I usually prefer to create book covers, posters, album covers, zine pages, flyers, logos, and packaging, just to name a few. As a queer person, I love to work for LQBTQIA+ individuals, and I am open to designing for adult material (respectfully, of course). What I WON'T stand for is hateful, prejudice people who thrive on racism, homophobia, xenophobia, misogyny, etc.! This is an inclusive establishment and I reserve the right to tell assholes and fascists to PISS OFF.

...Ahem...

If you think I could provide an impactful service for you and your dreams, reach out to me with my contact form. If you want to peruse my designs and projects, take a look at my gallery.

May the darkness find you well,

Andrew

VYRYSYR

/vir-ə-sir/

veer-uh-sear

About

Also, Fuck AI!

My stance on generative AI is as follows:

It is a cesspool of uncreative slop, perpetuated by evil, feckless techno-billionaires and I consider it the greatest theft of intellectual property of all time. There has been no compensation given, no consent asked for, and no credit applied. It is the ultimate betrayal of human ingenuity to prompt a computer and have it spit out hollow, soulless drivel and for one to claim themselves an artist upon presenting the shit to the world.

So again...

FUCK. A. I.