Whispers from Kanto

I found myself reading again Shogun a few months ago, and somewhere between the pages of the book and a bird landing freely on a branch, this drawing came to life.
I don’t quite know who the two are, Mariko and Anjin-san, Kiko and Toranaga, or just a spy bringing news to his master, or.
I felt I had to leave space between them, maybe it’s the space of uncertainty, maybe a kind of love, maybe death itself drifting, dignified and inevitable.
In Kanto, many things are said. In silence, in wind, in flight. I only caught a whisper. That’s all I managed to draw.
A man. A bird. A silence spoken in color.