Samara Blue`s Arts

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SOULFUL-MINDS/Kawaii Vibes
DAZ STUDIO - IRAY - GENESIS 8
ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕡

Flieg mit dem Sturm, tanze mit dem Chaos – nur der Mond kennt deinen wahren Namen.
Samara Blue/Kerstin Ellinghoven
Mal etwas anderes versucht: Einfach, klar und leicht mit sehr wenig postwork

Fly with the storm, dance with chaos – only the moon knows your true name.
Samara Blue/Kerstin Ellinghoven
Trying something different: Simple, clear and easy with very little postwork

Made with DAZ Studio I No Ki I Content Review I Krefeld 15.03.2025

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𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤, 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 - Sister Love
The little sister watches her older sister lovingly and admiringly during ballet training. With one leg still in its infancy, her biggest dream is already to be a prima ballerina. Still playfully disguised, her heart is already determinedly following in the footsteps of her beloved big sister, her big dream.

She watches her dance, light as a feather, strong as a queen. Every leap, every turn seems like magic, a magical language that she doesn't yet fully understand but is determined to learn. She feels the tingling in her little feet, the desire to glide so gracefully across the floor herself. But when she raises her arms, they are not yet wrapped in tulle, but in the colourful ribbons of her Indian costume. She is not quite a dancer yet, but her heart is already beating inexorably to the rhythm of the enchanting music.

The older sister feels the little one's gaze. It is a look full of awe, love and hope. And yet she feels torn. She loves her little sister endlessly, wants to protect her and show her the world. But a part of her also wants to be free, to walk a path that belongs only to her, not always with a little sister in tow. She wonders whether she can let go of her little sister without disappointing or losing her.
But then she sees the young girl getting into position again, her legs still a little awkward in the first position, but her eyes shining with eagerness, joy and admiration. And she recognises something in her, the younger girl. Not just admiration, not just imitation, but a passion of her own. A dream of her own, born out of love for her, but nevertheless completely unique in its nature and intensity.

After training, she goes to her little sister, gently places her hands on her shoulders and says to her urgently and lovingly: ‘Dance the way you feel.’ The little girl beams. She raises her arms, not perfectly, not flawlessly, but full of devotion. And in that moment, they both realise that, in addition to their love of dancing, they are also connected by a special love, the love of two sisters who know that they can also compete with each other, that there will be arguments and misunderstandings, but that this love and trust in each other will always accompany them on their journey together. And this feeling allows each of them to be themselves.
-Samara Blue/Kerstin Ellinghoven

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𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝒾𝓁ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓎 – 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓉.

The path to inner peace doesn’t have to mean stillness. Sometimes, it lies in patient observation. Like cats at dusk, alert, poised, yet completely at ease, we, too, can learn to live with our sadness. Not to conquer it, but to give it a place.

In those moments when the heart feels heavy and thoughts drift like fog, the inner world wraps itself in soft shades of pink. Not sweet, but wistful like wilted blossoms that still hold a scent in the background.

In these quiet hours, when the world pulls away, we can begin to see that we are not broken, only changing. Maybe pain isn’t here to carry us away, but to guide us back home to ourselves.

Dealing with sadness isn’t a battle. It’s a dance. Sometimes you glide, sometimes you stumble. But with every movement, you begin to see more clearly who you are beneath the mask, behind the smile, within the shadow.
- Samara Blue/Kerstin Ellinghoven

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Kerstin Ellinghoven
Wild Hilda visiting the local garden center
This scene could be seen as a symbolic snapshot of that one moment each spring when my husband and I make our annual pilgrimage to the garden center and, once again, I simply can’t decide which "bloomie" (that’s what we call flowers) get to come home with us. They're all beautiful, each in their own needy little way, all looking for a new forever home.

Wild Hilda and her dear husband in the background mark the beginning of my magical nature family. Think forest goblin meets wood elf, maybe with a sprinkle of troll genes. Who knows what else might sneak in overtime? One thing is certain: they’re a little odd, not exactly pretty, definitely different, but deeply connected to nature and 100% DAZ.

This image also reflects my own emotional response when I first laid eyes on Sade Shizuku’s enchanting batch of young seedlings. Pure joy - and a tiny claim to great art.

So here they are:

Animsakari
Usually looks a little confused peeking out of her pot. She doesn’t need water. She thrives on attention, the occasional round of applause, and a few kind words whispered in passing.

Baby Cacti
Looks like an adorably yawning baby in pajamas. But be warned: if you wake her before sunrise, she’ll prick you just out of principle.

Bad Seed
A deep green, wannabe-octopus plant with slithery tentacle arms. Her stare is intense, and when she opens her mouth, you can’t help but wonder if she’s quietly cursing under her breath… or if she might belong to some carnivorous species after all.

Csubbi
With her cheerful little face and closed eyes, she seems to bask in the sunlight, dreaming of one day becoming a sunbeam herself.

Sleepy
A delicate, light green baby plant with only a few tiny leaves. She sleeps so peacefully, you’ll find yourself whispering around her. But look closer, sometimes a leaf twitches, like she’s dreaming of something… not entirely innocent. Is she just tired, or gathering strength for something bigger?

Tanci
The tallest of the Toon plants, Tanci has a twisted trunk, two wild branches, and a blissed-out expression as if she just inhaled something deeply mind-expanding. She floats somewhere between enlightenment and total, delightful confusion.
-Samara Blue/Kerstin Ellinghoven

Made with DAZ Studio I No Ki I Krefeld 17.05.2025

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