Andree Terry and her story of soap and hope

Andree Terry is in her element. She picks up a bar of soap and with a knife, quickly shaves the soap’s edges before placing it aside.

The essence of the room can be captured in whiffs: a hint of lemon here, a slight note of ginger there. The rhythmic sounds of blade on soap are constant and Terry works to her own beat.

Like a machine, Terry grabs soap after soap, smoothing all edges. Sunlight streams in through the window, making the knife gleam. Terry continues to perfect her soaps, almost nonchalantly, but every slice is done with purpose.