Terry has written that her works often focus on a Phoenix of hope rising from tragedy. They churn the blood of our past into an informed metaphor, which transcends a temporal definition. Her images urge on the symbolic. Their figures and potent calls, shrieking and whimpering, assert echoes of ancestry that resound in the chambers of today. Through a curious eye they utter, whisper, and choke us with tentative movements that blend reality, history, dreams, sand, water, wine, and blood to intimate an unforeseen direction comprising a part of humankind's silhouette. Our eyes water from the sophisticated plan which, in essence, remains hidden from sight.
