Voices in my Head (Hung) (2025) suspends this tension mid-air: a chandelier-like structure of pipes, glowing panels, and proliferating cables, encasing a core of rough stoneware and moss. The work resembles both a neural network and an industrial organism, channeling a multiplicity of signals, fragments, and flows. The red LED arrays pulse like urgent transmissions, while the tangled cords evoke synapses firing, or invasive roots overtaking their host. Durant’s sculptures confront the overload of contemporary perception — the constant hum of data, images, and mediated voices that infiltrate daily life. At once chaotic and ordered, fragile and monstrous, his constructions mirror the psychic density of living in a permanently connected world. They are architectures of thought under pressure, machines haunted by the organic, offering form to the dissonant chorus of the present.