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

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

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Hygge

A Korean guest, invited into a Danish home,
listens as the host takes some time to explain
why all the indoor lighting in the house
is placed below eye level.

Hygge.

With this unfamiliar word,
my gently drifting thoughts begin to stir—
and yet, like being singed by a quiet flame,
the feeling slowly spreads
and begins to take hold of my whole being.

Eating, for me,
has never been more than survival.
Turning on a light
was simply a way to see.

But others—
they seem to possess a clear will
to savor something beyond that,
and I find myself unsettled.

This seemingly trivial word
suddenly carries weight.

I begin to envy those
who eat for taste,
for beauty.

Those who seek warmth and coziness
suddenly seem worthy of respect.

Hygge—
this word that appeared out of nowhere.

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