Schubert: Du bist die Ruh, D. 776 – ADORE GALLERY

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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Schubert: Du bist die Ruh, D. 776

You are repose,
The gentle peace,
You are longing,
And what can soothe it.

To you I dedicate,
Filled with joy and pain,
As your dwelling place,
My eyes and heart.

Come and abide with me,
And softly close
Behind yourself
The gates.

Drive every other sorrow
From this breast!
May this heart be filled
With your delight.

This tent of my eyes,
Illuminated only
By your radiance—
Oh, fill it completely!

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Is it simply chance that I, too, came to cherish the singer my father admired?

Perhaps not. Perhaps my love and respect for him allowed music to shape our souls along similar lines, drawing us toward the same voices and the same beauty.

Fischer-Dieskau is easy to love. And who could resist the gentle yet compelling enchantment of the poetry in this song?

I imagine even the singer himself must have surrendered to its charm.

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An Unseen Kinship
We are born apart because we belong together.

We stand as solitary sculptures, each seemingly complete,
yet we are fragments fallen from an unseen original form.

That is why,

in the presence of beauty,
in the presence of love,
in the presence of sorrow,
we recognize ourselves in one another.

We are not strangers meeting for the first time;
we are old companions remembering one another.

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