Lutz Bacher. Courtesy Greene Naftali, Brooklyn. Photo: Monica Majoli.
WHEN LUTZ DIED THE WORLD SHRANK. In those ethereal days immediately following her stark exit, magic was the word I heard most to describe her effect. A magical phenomenon requires an effortless delivery, the mysterious sleight of hand where one is made incapable of conjuring the method of transmutation. Magic happens before our eyes, but points to a hidden blindness revealed by the omnipotent magician. Lutz had a way of locating the real in reality—the fact held in abeyance in plain sight. Her sense of where the art resided in the world was as spontaneous and self-assured as it appeared. She was a believer in the coherence of her response; her precision in manifesting her reactions was so honed that her work could feel as if it were supernaturally powered.