Welcome, and thank you for visiting my modest gallery tucked away in a quiet corner.

Here you will find a variety of my works—large and small, diverse in character and spirit. I arranged them in this way because, seen together, they may give you a clearer sense of who I am.

To be honest, I often feel my lack of formal training and the limited time I have been able to devote to art. Yet I continue without pause—feeling, learning, and growing in the process.

I am not a master of any single field, nor do I belong wholly to any place. Take what you see as it is, and carry with you whatever impressions remain. Though I began in earnest later in life, I have always sought to keep faith with my first intent—to let neither results nor criticism define me, but to follow the quiet integrity of my own path in art.

At times, a sudden impulse led me to submit small works to competitions, and a few were recognized. In Korea, I once taught art at a high school for about ten years. In 2009, after twenty years of living in Australia, I returned to Korea, where I now work as a sculptor. That, in essence, is the whole of my artistic journey.

I have no interest in heavy philosophy. What moves me are the kinds of impressions that feel like music, and the vivid realities that the world tirelessly brings forth.

I love travel and every kind of documentary, and hold special respect for the creators of BBC Earth, whose programs I watch with admiration. And one thing is certain: without music, I imagine my veins would carry nothing but plain water.

Perhaps artists are simply those who live in the busy square between the entrance of expectation and the exit of fulfillment.

Even if you arrived here by chance, I am grateful.

Yoonki Hong
Born 1952

ADORE-GALLERY
85 Cheongun-ro, Mungyeong-eup, Mungyeong-si Gyeongsangbuk-do, Republic of Korea

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The Little Lives’ Winter House

The Little Ones’ Winter House

It took the tiny kittens a few quiet days
to finish their winter home —
and today, even the staircase is done.

They were nowhere to be seen till sunset,
but when I stepped out around eight,
there they were —
two little souls stretched long in perfect contentment.

After I laid down the electric heating panel,
they learned the joy of warmth,
the art of stillness.
Now they lounge like soft poets,
their fur lit by amber night light.

I even built them a clear window,
so they can gaze out at the seasons.
They might think,
“Grandpa made this so we can sip tea and watch the world.”
If only they knew
it’s actually for me —
to keep an eye on my tiny tenants.
Ha.

I worry —
that comfort may keep them from play,
that warmth could dull their wildness.
But then they burst into their nightly wrestling —
miniature tigers in the ring of moonlight —
and I know all is well.

My own space grows smaller
as my sculptures multiply.
I may have to move someday soon,
but while I’m here,
I’ll care for these children of the wind.

They inch closer every day,
yet flee the moment I reach out.
No matter.
Affection has its seasons, too.

After all,
they are already my willing captives —
held not by rope,
but by quiet love.

So I keep whispering to them —
in the only language
the heart remembers.

 

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