peacefully curled

i immediately associated this arrangement with peacefulness and a sort of lovingly motherly embrace. the more i looked at it the more i realized i could equally have seen it as something tentacled or snakelike or writhing, and i am trying to understand whether there is something about the energy of the curves of these leaves that is intrinsically peaceful, or whether i am bringing something to the image from my own personal associations. sometimes an image is a kind of telepathy, where you intuit what i’m trying to say without my having to say it, and we meet in the space of the image together. but sometimes an image is something i make that you interpret in your own entirely different way.

dried and curled wild iris leaves in winter