In a house on a hill under a looming storm cloud, family life unfolds at breakneck pace. The crises, joys and random accidents of the day-to-day happen in a shattering blur. But amid the constant change, certain instants unspool slowly. Time flies yet our memories are elastic, stretching moments, compressing years. Seeds explode into plants in a split-second burst. One minute a daughter's blowing out six candles on a birthday cake, and in the blink of an eye she's moving out. With deft dark humour, Chris Hinton plays with the speed of life. Like life itself, Flux is packed with more than you can absorb the first time through. Vivid as a Miro painting, Flux reverberates with the twang of a plucked string.