It’s always hard to know what to say about an image. It should speak for itself and ink on paper is pretty direct and unsubtle.
So I will make my comments personal. Standing back after throwing the ink, I was surprised at what I had made. An obvious image of a threatening figure over another figure, down with hands raised, losing a fight. Simultaneously, it seemed to me it was two human figures making love (or whatever you call “intimacy” in your personal vocabulary). And it wasn’t friendly.
Take the story where you will after that, if you see what I saw.