
"in the early 1950s, there was a song called "little boxes" about people living in houses that all looked the same:
little boxes make of ticky-tacky,
little boxes, little boxes,
little boxes, all the same.'day in, day out' is a phrase we use when we are bored or tired. in aleks danko's art work, every house is the same and each day is like any other. the sun is always shining. the artist used a cake tin in the shape of a house to make the "little boxes". he placed them in tight neat rows. it makes us feel that if we lived in such a place, we would have to march down the streets; we could never run or skip in a carefree way.
if you lived in a house that looked like every other house, how would you know which one was 'home'? "
From Flickr

Clothed in brick, and enlarged to life size, there's something wrong. The proportions echo the personal space, of creativity and secrets, given to the sculpture student; the galvanized-iron garage behind the family home at Edwardstown. In Danko's art carnivalesque transgressions inhabit the elegant sobriety of plain, readymade forms and materials.
At Home is a shed that masquerades as a house.