Strata Creative

Strata Creative Strata Creative 🪨✨
⛏️ Finding the raw. 🖌️ Crafting the refined. Join me as I explore the strata of the landscape to bring you geology-inspired art.

From field notes to finished pieces, we’re digging deep into the creative process.

05/16/2026

The quest is finally over. 🐉✨
After trekking through uncharted territory (my backyard) and braving perilous beasts (the neighbor’s cat), I have found it: the last remaining dragon egg.
Now, my logical brain says it’s just a remarkably smooth, oval-shaped river rock. But my imagination? My imagination is currently listening for a heartbeat, calculating incubation temperatures, and picking out baby names. (I'm leaning toward Ignis).
We’re keeping it warm by the radiator until further notice.


as always, if you want to support my journey with my love, whether it be singing songwriting or geology message me to send a donation thank you so much 💜

05/08/2026

Album:
Leave a Message After the Tone 📞

Track # 2

Still the Kitchen Chair is a raw, unfiltered look at the moments that redefined my life. It was born out of a grief so heavy it felt impossible to carry alone. I wrote these words to process two profound losses that happened far too soon:

Witnessing my Grandfather's Passing I watched him fade right in front of me. Being there in those final moments—seeing the "thinning of the air"—changed how I understand time and goodbye.

My Father taking his own life: Losing my dad was a trauma that left me navigating a world that felt suddenly empty. Dealing with the aftermath of his choice has been the hardest journey of my life.
I know there are others who have sat in those quiet rooms, staring at an empty chair, wondering how someone can stay so present even when they are gone. This song is for anyone who has felt that "static hum" of grief. You are not alone in the silence.

The Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I watched you sit beneath the kitchen light
News on low, same shirt, same night
You didn’t say it, but I felt it there
Like something was already thinning the air
You laughed at nothing, stared at the floor
I didn’t know you were halfway gone before
I kept talking like you’d always stay
Like time didn’t take people away

[Pre-Chorus]

But the room got quiet in a different way
Like it knew what it couldn’t say

[Chorus]

You were fading right in front of me
Slow like a tide I didn’t see
I reached for you, but I missed your hand
Didn’t know I’d never understand
Now that chair still sits in place
Like it’s waiting for your shape
I didn’t know goodbye would feel this long
Or how you stay when you’re gone

[Verse 2]

They never moved what you left behind
Your cup still cracks in my mind
I walk past it like I’m small again
Like I might see you if I don’t pretend
I talk to air when no one’s near
Just in case you’re still somewhere here
But the house don’t answer back at all
Just echoes down the hallway walls

[Pre-Chorus]

And I swear I hear you in the static hum
When the night gets too numb

[Chorus]

You were fading right in front of me
Like light slipping through a memory
I didn’t know it was already done
I thought we still had more than one
Now that chair still sits in place
Like it remembers your face
I didn’t know goodbye would feel this strong
Or how you stay when you’re gone

[Bridge]

If I knew that day was the end
I would’ve stayed there longer then
I would’ve memorized your breath
Like something I could save from death

[Final Chorus]

You were fading right in front of me
But I still reach out in memory
And I still see you in the light
Of that quiet kitchen night
That chair still sits in place
But it doesn’t hold your shape
I didn’t know goodbye would feel this long
Or how you stay when you’re gone

[Outro]

So I leave it how you left it there…
Like you might still be somewhere…
# # # **Support My Journey**
Music has become my way of surviving. If you feel moved by my story or my music and would like to help me continue this journey of healing and creation as I currently can not work or financially support my self, any support via my GoFundMe is deeply appreciated:

http://gofund.me/ef3578279

Or place an order on Fiverr for your own personalized song written by me at https://www.fiverr.com/s/1q568op?utm_source=CopyLink_Mobile

05/06/2026

Not sure if social media deleted the attack on me on camera for some reason but I can’t find it posted anywhere but here it is again…

vessel

04/26/2026

There's more to being brave than simply looking the part!

The poor Cowardly Lion 🦁
discovered this fact the hard way; his ferocious appearance and majestic mane couldn't disguise a timid nature.

But now that he's joined his new friends on a journey to Oz, he's learned that courage, like beauty, is more than skin deep.

He more than proves his worthiness of his handsome Badge of Courage by fearlessly protecting Dorothy when she needs him most.

Precious Moments® creator and artist Sam Butcher 🎨

04/16/2026

A cinematic story about chasing something wild… and realizing too late it was chasing you back.
Set in dark woods, glowing eyes, and midnight echoes — this is about thrill, consequence, and the kind of karma you can’t outrun.

If you’ve ever followed a feeling you knew you shouldn’t… this one’s for you.
🎧 Listen, feel it, and step into the dark.


💜 Work with me / bring your music to life:
https://www.fiverr.com/s/ljP2zLj

04/16/2026

Another original written by me, Forever was a lie is a song about a haunting story of love that once felt permanent but slowly revealed itself as an illusion. After being left with nothing but memories and unanswered questions, the narrator wanders through loneliness, searching for a connection that feels real—someone to finally call their own.

Let me make your imagination for your music turn true on Fiverr!
https://www.fiverr.com/s/jjYZKmL

04/03/2026

I wrote this song as a way to process a heavy loss and capture how memories tend to ambush you in the most ordinary, overlooked places. It’s really about trying to piece together the fragments of someone who is gone—whether they’ve just moved on or are literally "in the stars" now—and realizing that the deepest grief often hides in mundane things, like a stained grocery list or a crinkled movie stub.
The core idea behind the "leftover constellations" is that I'm left with all these scattered, everyday remnants of our time together. They look like random dots on a page—subway maps, receipts, pocket lint—but I'm trying to draw lines between them, to map out the "almosts" and make sense of the bigger picture we left behind.
By the end of the track, the feeling shifts from pure heartache into a kind of quiet acceptance. Writing it was my way of saying that even though I miss them terribly, I'm finally figuring out how to carry these fragmented memories with me, learning how to let those little leftover pieces glow on their own.
If you connect with my writing and want to collaborate, you can check out my work over on Fiverr:
https://www.fiverr.com/s/381rwo9?utm_source=CopyLink_Mobile
I'm also currently raising money to build new skills and push my creative journey forward outside of the traditional college route. If you want to support my next steps as an artist, it would mean the world to me:
https://gofund.me/bb66eb5d

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