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.