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 suspicious little kittens who wandered into my front yard now rule it—they ask, and I answer] Strange creatures came to the shallow canal I had barely begun. They lingered, left, returned— as if something in me called them without sound. Rain, hope, a wind making its own path— all of it slipped quietly into my chest. The gate between us opened. A soul began to flow. If it felt like kinship, I

Life & Living

  Waltz — The Turning of Beauty - One afternoon, while a waltz was drifting through my studio -   The world has grown too fast. The quiet depth of the lake has faded, and only the glitter of splashing water remains. There is no longer room for silence. Music, and even art itself, now refuse to cling to their quiet roots. Though emotion

Cats & Kittens

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

Inspiration

     A reflection on how misunderstanding can lead us not to despair, but to tenderness.   인생은 고해가 아니라, 오해다 사람들은 인생을 고해라 부른다 그러나 내가 발견한 인생은 오해의 바다였다 우리는 서로의 물결을 건너며 파도를 상처로 읽고 침묵을 부재로 배려를 간섭으로 오독한다 그러나 때로는 작은 오해 하나가 상처가 아니라 창이 되어 열리기도 한다 잘못 든 길이 정원의 입구가 되고 엉뚱한 말 한마디가 용서의 꽃으로 피어나기도 한다 아마도 우리는 슬픔을 벗어나기 위해 사는