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Hannah Blumenstiel | Aquarell & personalisierte Kunst

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a month ago

Posted On: October 3rd 2026, 04:31 pm

Hier war’s lange ruhig, weil im echten Leben einfach ziemlich viel los war. 🤍

Im Hintergrund male ich gerade an ein paar ganz besonderen Aufträgen und freue mich jedes Mal aufs Neue, wenn ein Bild langsam zum Leben erwacht.

Ich freue mich schon darauf, euch bald mehr davon zu zeigen und noch mehr eurer Bildwünsche zu erfüllen. 🎨✨

#personalisiertekunst #personalisiertegeschenke #aquarell #customart #comissionart

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22 days ago

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😍

#رسائل_مهمة_للجميع
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بسمه تعالى
نحن في ايام #صعبة
على الجميع تحمل مسؤوليته بوعي وعقيدة ومتابعة
دون #تهويل ولا #توهين
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اللهم عجل لوليك الفرج
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#بهاء_الموسوي
النجف_الاشرف

TMZ Halloween 2026 ❤️ #baywatch #pamelaanderson #brooksnader #fox 💄: @saracranhammakeup

I had the best day on the best day to be in the best city in the world.

Can’t imagine a more meaningful way to mark my new relationship with running than to serve as run support for former Army Master Sergeant @cedrickingmsg — a purple-hearted double above-the-knee amputee due to stepping on an IED.

A victory for me to just make it to the start, crossing the finish with Cedric was a peak never-will-I-forget life experience.

Rewinding back a year and half, my spine surgeon said I should forget about running. Forget that, I thought. So, I baked up a plan and began plotting my way in.

For the first seven months of my spinal fusion recovery, only slow walking. I began PT on month 8, with light strength training starting a few weeks after that.

Since then, I’ve been in my home gym by the four o’clock hour, every single day aside from a handful of exceptions.

To celebrate 1 year post-op, I ran my first mile, a slow one with @dan_churchill. From there, I patiently pursued a six-month relationship with my treadmill, careful to never push with a first-for-me less-is-best philosophy.

As a consequence of caution, I can’t say I was exactly ready for the NYC marathon, as my run training consisted of two weekly 5-mile run-walks.

Nevertheless, I decided to give it a go. And I’m delighted I did. The spine did fine. And despite my lack of aerobic conditioning, my body held up long enough to cross the finish line.

Striding alongside Cedric is the how. Taking my strength from his kept me connected to my higher power.

The why. While running again was my goal, Cedric confirmed that my purpose is service.

Now 60 and now on the other side of my season of forced repose, I have greater clarity on what matters. Not so much about ego gratification anymore, what wakes me up is more giving of myself to other people.

If you want a big and beautiful life, make it about something much larger than yourself.

Thx @achilles_international for your incredible work. @joechura for recruiting me into this adventure & @cedrickingmsg for your strength, and infectious inspiration.

And thank you NYC. You remain undefeated. You leave me hopeful.

See you next year.
❤️ -r

Still 📸 @rgosp

Your fave Taiwanese boy just made his runway debut in India—for the Indian couture house I adore most, @abhinavmishra_ ✨🙏🏽🫱🏽‍🫲🏼✨ Here are a few behind-the-scenes moments to share with you all. ❤️

Each time I return, India draws me deeper into its magic. I’ve watched it unfold, fallen under its spell, and carried traces of it home. This time, through “Into the Wild”, I found myself written into a story alive with wonder.

It began with an owl’s hoot, as though the forest had been invited to wake. Birds answered beneath the stags’ branching antlers; ferns unfurled, and even the moss seemed to draw a deeper breath. In the shadows, creatures gathered while pixies slipped through the leaves, flirting, scattering golden dust and whispering, “All your dreams could come true.”

And the music rose. One by one, the forest’s boys and girls emerged, draped in colour and magic, carrying its treasures: jewels at their brows, little wings gleaming at the boys’ ears. Warriors in black and silver moved among goddesses.

Then gold thread caught the light as I stepped onto the runway, rippling across my clothes like lines from an ancient spellbook. With every step, I felt taller, as though India’s magic were lifting me towards the stars.

I felt the fabric brush against my skin, the music settle into my stride. In my hand, the little golden bag transformed into an enchanted instrument, awaiting the first note of a song only the forest knew.

That song had begun long before the lights came on: in the rhythm of a needle, in knowledge passed from hand to hand, in the patience behind every glimmer.

Here was true luxury with its memory intact: India telling its own story, in its own name, with heritage alive in every stitch and an imagination no single runway could contain.

I hope some of the light I wore reaches you, reminds you of your own, and travels further through the lives you touch. May it give you a little more courage to turn the dreams you carry into the life you live.

INTO THE WILD ’26! ✨
Creative Direction — @abhinavmishrapersonal ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
#IntoTheWild #AbhinavMishraSzn #abhinavmishra

Hannah Blumenstiel | Aquarell & personalisierte Kunst

@blumenstiel.art

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