On a very personal level.
My husband is fine—but a torn calf and a root canal in the same breath. Which meant that, for a few days, I became the full orchestra: running the house, caring for the kids, the dog, and everything in between—while dealing with heavy periods myself. Yes, it’s private. And yes, it’s also reality. The kind of reality many women quietly carry while still functioning as if nothing is happening.
Days that would start around 7 a.m. and end close to 1 a.m., trying to fit family, work, and everything else in between.
Professionally, I’m deeply grateful.
✨ I was accepted into a group show in New Jersey celebrating Jewish artists, opening January 29.
✨ I was accepted for Miami International Fine Arts, opening on February 5.
👉 Read the article here:
✨ My first solo show opening in Miami in early February—my last one there was in 2021.
✨ And on February 7, 2026, my solo show opens in Las Vegas. ( so 2 solo shows opening within the same week across country, I m very grateful, excited and working on it )
On a quieter, grounding note, I started rereading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone last Saturday.
Twenty-five years later—and I still love it. I enjoy the movies, but the book… there’s something timeless about it. Pure comfort. Pure magic. ✨
Life doesn’t happen in isolation.
So much is happening at once—pain, injustice, and fear in different parts of the world. My thoughts are with those who are fighting for their lives, their freedom, and their dignity, especially where simply existing or speaking up has become dangerous. And amid the noise, the tension, the things that feel upside down, I still see so much strength and courage: in people who keep going, in people who show up, in people who choose kindness, faith, and resilience.
We continue with our own lives—not because we are indifferent, but because we must honor the life we have, while also holding space: praying, caring, remembering.
Today, I rested. My body couldn’t move—I had to recuperate from the week. A true luxury, and one I fully recognize.
Tomorrow, I’m choosing rest and work. Wishing you all a peaceful end to the weekend, wherever you are and whatever you’re carrying.
I’ll leave you with this thought:
I asked G-d for flowers, and it rained. ( I read this on IG on the Jewish girl club )
Sometimes we want the end result—but what we are given are the tools and the means to make it happen.
It takes time.
Like a flower: a seed, water, patience, and care are needed before it blooms.
Only then can it be gathered, shared, and truly appreciated.
With love, and light always
Jessica 🌱 aka Hopeje
so parislux ! 
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