DARYANA TRYZEN
Artist-Designer
My work is a search for a dialogue between nature and technology, form and meaning.
I received my design education at the Minsk University of Innovative Technologies, which laid the foundation for my understanding of structure and harmony. In Moscow, at the Skill Factory School of Graphic Design, I developed a sense of composition and the communicative power of visual solutions. This hybrid background—innovative technology and graphic design—became the foundation for my creative journey.
I create bas-reliefs and sculptural paintings in the styles of minimalism, biomorphism, and neo-futurism. Each of my works is a bridge between real and digital space, a meeting point between tactility and technological aesthetics. It is my meditation through touch, my way of feeling matter and understanding the depth of form.
I CREATE SILENCE FILLED WITH MEANING.
Wensgrey Fitzgerald Tryzen I
companion - psychotherapist - chief critic - marketer
Meet him.
My travel companion, my personal psychotherapist, and also my chief critic and marketer.
His name is Wensgray—his middle name is Fitzgerald Tryzen I: CEO of the creative brand "Daryana Tryzen". He has more authority than me and a huge influence on my creative mood. During periods of creative stagnation, Wensgray jumps on the table and, with an air of importance, as if he's just discovered the secret of the universe, lies down on his belly.
A muse is typically a woman in a white dress, but I have a gray, fluffy ball with the personality of a lord.
And, by all accounts, a **true genius of creative management**.
Wensgrey doesn't just observe—he **controls**.
He stands behind me when I'm filming videos.
He lies in the background when I'm shooting portfolios.
HE'S THE MAIN "BRAND AMBASSADOR"
His paw mark, left on the acrylic during "quality checks" (when he tries to "touch the plaster solution"), has now become the signature symbol of the **"Pawprint Futurism"** collection.
Clients pay 37% more if the work is "Wensgrey-approved."
Some even ask: *"Could the paw mark be in the lower right corner?"*
Wensgrey Fitzgerald Tryzen I — Quote:
"Her bas-reliefs would be... just bas-reliefs.
And now they are
"living, breathing, inspired, and verified by me art objects."
Wensgrey never signs his work or exhibits it. He just runs around on fresh plaster, sofas and the floor until he is caught to wash his paws.
>"My works are not mine. They are ours.
> He is my bas-relief in fur."
**P.S.**
Wensgrey Fitzgerald Tryzen I doesn't give interviews.
But if you come to the studio, he might let you pet him (for a treat, of course. He loves fish).
Just don't touch his paws—they're the main instrument of every collection.
ROLES
Role #1: Chief Inspirer (With Veto Power)
No one knows where a new bas-relief idea comes from — until Wensgray leaps onto the worktable, curls up on the wet plaster, and falls asleep as if he has just unlocked the secrets of the universe.
Forty-seven minutes later, he wakes up, glances at the sketch, blinks once — and Daryana understands: "Oh. That needs to be reworked."
It is his gaze — cool, penetrating, laced with quiet irony — that has become the ultimate quality standard.
If Vensgray does not lie down on the piece — it is incomplete.
If he lies down and remains motionless for twenty minutes — the piece is *approved for production*.
Role #2: Personal Therapist (No License Required, Full Authority Granted)
When Daryana is in a "creative crisis" Wensgray appears.
He stares at her.
Then slowly licks his paw.
Then stares at her again.
That’s all.
He doesn’t speak.
He doesn’t offer advice.
He simply *is*.
And in that moment, Daryana realizes: "I'm overthinking this. I just need to make."
His method? "Look. Don’t do. Sleep."
It’s called *Fellin Therapy*.
And it works better than any coach.
Role #3: Creative Traveler (And Supreme Landscape Inspector)
Every journey Daryana takes is, in truth, an expedition led by Wensgray.
They go to the forest — he stares at moss like it’s a potential texture layer.
They visit a museum — he sleeps on the display case with ancient artifacts, silently suggesting: “This isn’t art. This is a bas-relief that failed to endure.”
They travel to the desert — he lies on the sand, watching the sunset, as if absorbing a new palette: “Solar Ash.”
He doesn’t photograph.
He *remembers*.
And when Daryana returns to the studio, he simply sits beside her, blinks — and everything becomes clear.
