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

POSTS

Poems & Writing

Obedience Han Yong-un Others may say they love freedom, But I love obedience It is not that I do not know freedom, But to you alone, I wish to be obedient To obey because I wish to obey Is sweeter even than beautiful freedom That is my happiness But if you were to ask me To obey another, That alone I could never do For to

Poems & Writing

A bold little word that once propelled our civilization forward, a word that basked in the crowd’s fervent adoration upon the stage, a word that seemed simple, yet proved elusive: convenience. At some indistinct point in time, a modifier appeared before it: my. Perhaps they were destined for each other. One day, the two became one and strutted proudly through the world. But then… from

Poems & Writing

I have come to the beach I had pictured for so long What catches my eye is sand lifted by the shovelful Warm and fine— but sand cannot be strung on a thread Inside, I am all seashells They gleam more brightly among the foam My pockets are deep enough I think of the lovely ones their translucent hearts showing through a little I slip them safely

Inspiration

Four months after I stopped feeding the stray cats that used to seek out my home, I opened the front door and unexpectedly found myself face-to-face with a kitten begging for food. It was so emaciated that it looked like a scrap of lumber. I could not hold out for even a week; in the