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For many years I owned a beautiful set of oil paints that I did not use. An old boyfriend bought them for me one Christmas. He knew that I carried a deep yearning to become an artist, and it was his way of saying he took that seriously. The paints were artist-grade oils in a handmade solid mahogany case with brass fittings and a leather handle. When you opened the case, a lift-out tray revealed orderly rows of colour: vivid cadmiums, earthy ochres and umbers, each tube sittin