美術館の学芸員になって三年目の春、佐伯は一人の画家の展覧会を任された。In the spring of her third year as a museum curator, Saeki was put in charge of an exhibition of a single painter.画家の名は、高村しず。The painter's name was Shizu Takamura.戦後まもなく瀬戸内の小さな島に生まれ、九十歳で亡くなるまで、島をほとんど出なかった人だ。Born on a small island in the Seto Inland Sea shortly after the war, she barely left the island until she died at ninety.描いたのは、ほとんどが島の港と、そこで働く人々の姿だった。What she painted was almost entirely the island's harbour and the people who worked there.
生前、彼女の絵が島の外で展示されたことは一度もない。During her lifetime, her paintings were never once exhibited off the island.ところが、遺族が寄贈した作品を調べるうちに、佐伯はその色づかいの確かさに気づいた。But as Saeki examined the works donated by her family, she came to recognise the sureness of her use of colour.派手さはないが、潮風や夕暮れの光までが、画面の中にたしかに息づいていた。There was nothing showy about them, but even the sea breeze and the evening light were truly alive on the canvas.館長を説得し、県内の三つの美術館を回る巡回展が決まった。She persuaded the director, and a touring exhibition visiting three museums in the prefecture was agreed.
開幕に先立ち、佐伯は島を訪ねた。Ahead of the opening, Saeki visited the island.港の食堂で絵の写真を見せると、店の主人が声を上げた。When she showed photos of the paintings in a harbourside diner, the owner exclaimed out loud.「これ、うちの親父だ。網を繕ってるとこだよ。」"That's my old man! That's him mending the nets."隣の席の老人も、身を乗り出した。The old man at the next table leaned forward too.「こっちの子どもは、たぶん俺だな。」"And this kid here is probably me."絵の中の人物には、一人一人名前があったのだ。Every figure in the paintings had a name.
展覧会は、県立美術館での開催を皮切りに、半年かけて各地を巡った。Beginning at the prefectural museum, the exhibition travelled round the region over six months.地元の新聞が取り上げたのを皮切りに、全国紙や美術雑誌からも取材の申し込みが相次いだ。Starting with a feature in the local newspaper, requests for interviews poured in from national papers and art magazines.最後の会場では、入場者が予想の倍を超えた。At the final venue, visitor numbers were more than double what had been expected.会場には、島から船とバスを乗り継いでやって来た人たちの姿もあった。Among the visitors were people who had come all the way from the island by boat and bus.
評価が高まるにつれ、東京の画廊から、作品を買い取りたいという話も舞い込んだ。As her reputation grew, an offer to buy the works came in from a gallery in Tokyo.提示された額は、遺族が思ってもみなかったものだった。The sum proposed was beyond anything the family had imagined.佐伯は複雑な思いでその話を伝えた。Saeki passed on the offer with mixed feelings.売られてしまえば、絵はもう島の人が気軽に見られる場所には戻らないかもしれない。If they were sold, the paintings might never return anywhere the islanders could easily see them.
遺族の返事は、意外なものだった。The family's reply was unexpected.「売るかどうかは、島のみんなに決めてもらいます。"We'll let everyone on the island decide whether to sell.描かれているのは、あの人たちですから。」After all, it's them in the pictures."
その夏、島の公民館で、小さな里帰り展が開かれた。That summer, a small homecoming exhibition was held at the island's community hall.年寄りたちは壁に並んだ絵の前で、自分や亡くなった家族を探し当てては、懐かしそうに指さした。In front of the paintings lining the walls, the old people would find themselves or family members who had passed away and point at them fondly.「これ、わしの兄貴じゃ。戦争から戻ってすぐ死んだんよ。」"That's my big brother. He died soon after he came back from the war."そう言ったきり、一人の老人は長いこと絵の前から動かなかった。Having said that, one old man stayed in front of the painting for a long time without moving.結局、画廊への売却は見送られた。In the end, the sale to the gallery was turned down.代わりに、島の人々が少しずつ寄付を出し合い、公民館の一室を常設の展示室に改装することになった。Instead, the islanders each chipped in a little, and one room of the community hall was to be converted into a permanent gallery.
佐伯は、帰りのフェリーの甲板から、遠ざかる港を眺めた。From the deck of the ferry home, Saeki watched the harbour recede.しずが何十年も描き続けた景色が、そこにあった。There lay the scene Shizu had gone on painting for decades.巡回展の本当の最終会場は、美術館ではなく、この島だったのだと思った。The true final venue of the tour, she thought, had not been a museum but this island.