As one approaches Glyndor Gallery, they are met by a series of petaled heads, emerging from a mound of gravel representing an unforgiving and arid landscape. These faces are colorful, yet expressionless. Some of them weep, open-eyed, tears rolling down their round cheeks. Others squint, stare inquisitively, or hide behind their foliage. These flowering beings are Noormah Jamal ’s Blooms.