The jazz band takes a break as San Pedro, clad in jeans and a T-shirt bearing the likeness of Buddha, emerges with his unusual canvas: a lovely young model—practically a work of art herself. Wearing only a G-string, she has the rest of her naughty bits concealed by a sort of teddy design that San Pedro has already applied to her skin in paint and glitter. She stands atop a box of flashing lights and holds the ceiling for balance as San Pedro moves around her body with his paintbrush.
About 30 well-dressed onlookers, with martinis and wine glasses in hand, gather to observe, even though San Pedro's first few strokes of white paint are barely visible in the soft mood lighting, except in the intermittent flash of the photographers' cameras. In fact, the lighting is so dim, the event functions better as a performance piece than a demonstration of the artist's work. His rhythmic circling of the model adds to the hypnotic ambience. Meanwhile, she exhibits all the personality of a really hot mannequin.
Within an hour, he's added black fishnet designs and red highlights, and the show is over. San Pedro and his completed work leave to applause as the jazz band returns.
Is the result a true work of art? Well, I'm no critic. But it did win my attention from the view.