Leave it to Bay Area legend Frank Moore to have more breasts in his first museum exhibition than a Girls Gone Wild VHS. One should expect no less from the exhibitionist, shaman, presidential candidate and performance artist, who passed away in 2013. His resume reads like an artistic Mad Libs in the best possible way. And his exhibition, now on display at the Berkeley Art Museum and Pacific Film Archive, conveys that warm and radical spirit through paintings sometimes delightfully imposing in scale.
Part documentation of pop culture, part exploration of skin, the show isn’t a large one. But it is intimate and comforting; Moore’s paintings are neatly arranged, mainly on one wall, shirking the typical gallery experience. Titled Theater of Human Melting, the show is co-curated by San Francisco sculptor Vincent Fecteau and filmmaker Keith Wilson, whose feature documentary on Frank Moore is currently in production.
Their presentation method is purposeful. “We knew we wanted the exhibit to mimic the vibrancy and discordant nature of Frank’s own walls,” Wilson explained by email. “When hanging the show, we decided against organizing them by chronology or subject matter, and attempted to hang them in clusters that are both discordant and harmonious.”

Moore’s paintings are aggressive, frantic portraits of love, lust and icons rounded out with titles reflecting on death and absurdity (see Corpse Love or Rabbit on a Scooter). He painted similarly to how he communicated with his speech board, but in place of his pointer, he strapped a paintbrush to his head. His wife, Linda Mac, would set up his paints for him and rotate each canvas when instructed. He chose to paint portraits, he says in his book Art of a Shaman, “Because I wanted to see people nude, and touch them, and to create an intensity between us.”
Even though the work at BAMPFA was made between the 1960s and the early 1980s, Moore’s color choices remain fresh, balanced and striking. His work is linguistic; color choices speak to one another in juxtaposition rather than joining as one. Often not fully mixed, his brushstrokes could be seen as signs of his urgency to create. He was constantly working on something.




