After a minute the other swimmy eye overflows too. They must be visible under this spotlight. But I wouldn’t react either, if I were the artists. It would bring about the end of the pose.
While I’m getting dressed, Helga (who as a fan is included on my list of ‘friends’) puts her arm round my shoulder.
‘You alright? Thought you were in celebratory mood?’
‘I’m fine! Jonathan’s blinking turps was right up my nose.’