Barbarian in the Garden

Nogah Engler / Barbarian in the Garden

Opening: 22/3/2018   Closing: 12/5/2018

Barbarian in the Garden, 2018, installation view, Noga Gallery
Barbarian in the Garden, 2018, installation view, Noga Gallery
Barbarian in the Garden, 2018, installation view, Noga Gallery
Barbarian in the Garden, 2018, installation view, Noga Gallery
Nogah Engler, Gap, oil on canvas, 30x40 cm, 2018
Nogah Engler, 2018, Leaning 1, oil on canvas, 40x55 cm, 2018
Nogah Engler, 2018, embroidered in marble 2, oil on canvas, 40x50cm
Nogah Engler, Feast, 30x55 cm, 2018

Text: Hava Aldouby


Nogah Engler has chosen to borrow the title that Polish poet and essayist, Zbigniew Herbert, gave to his first, euphoric, journey to Western Europe in 1958. According to its author, Barbarian in the Garden is “a collection of sketches, travel notes … along the trails of cities, museums, ruins.” In his first excursion beyond the Iron Curtain, Herbert pursues and documents the cornerstones of canonical European art with eager diligence. Recounted through the longing eyes of the man of the periphery who finds himself in (yet not necessarily invited into) the Garden – the heart of hegemonic culture he was raised on, his sensual, tactile descriptions lead the reader deep into the experience. Like an outsider who enters the Garden for the first time, armed with historical and critical knowledge acquired from afar, he takes pleasure in the flavors and sights. At the same time, Herbert’s Europe is inscribed with the memory of a dark history. While the poet harks back to the distant Middle Ages, dryly detailing the cruelty of the Inquisition, a more immediate historical memory reverberates through his words – the atrocities of 1940s Europe. Undoubtedly the descriptions of the catholic church burning heretics at the stake in 13th century France, will also resonate with the contemporary reader, echoing current events in the Middle East.

In the exhibition Barbarian in the Garden, Nogah Engler wanders through canonical European culture via imagined scenes based, among other sources, on photographs she has taken in her travels. She steps into lofty opera houses, sneaks a glance at the awe-inspiring museum halls, dominated by centuries long silence. With the care of a foreigner allowed into the Garden, her brush caresses the surface of ancient vases, lingers on the “oil on canvas” texture of Old Master paintings, records with longing meticulousness the stone reliefs and rich tapestry that adorn the vaulted halls. Like Herbert, she goes into elaborate and fine detail, charts the foreign and coveted territory inch by inch, yearning to appropriate it, to “know” it in the biblical sense. In Leaning #1, a figure leans over a porcelain swan, wistfully. The light regal swans contrast with the dark silhouette of the hunched, observing, woman, who has no name or identity. In Leaning #2 the same figure, this time in negative, is an absent/present apparition.

In the second decade of the 21st century, the Garden itself threatens to dissipate, like the celluloid negative of a grand history. Engler documents the crumbling margins and the dwindling time with an air of angst. In Embroidered in Marble (Herbert’s term for Orvieto Cathedral), a stream of sand or dust pours in through a wide crack in the ceiling, threatening to bury the refined furniture and drown the lofty space. The aura that surrounds the Garden has not yet faded, but in Engler’s paintings, the ground is shaking. The painting Embroidered in Marble brings to mind Federico Fellini’s apocalyptic film, Orchestra Rehearsal (1978), filmed in the wake of a political terrorist attack in Italy. At the end of the film, the conductor struggles to create music in the midst of chaos. The ceiling of the hall and the surrounding walls are cracked with the blows of a huge demolition ball, and a cascade of dust and debris threatens to bury the musicians and their instruments.

Engler’s works echo the words with which Herbert concludes his day in Siena: “…before reaching the gate I turn to look again at the Campo. Everything is as it should be: the walls of the Town Hall wedging sharply into the night, its tower as beautiful as yesterday. One can go to bed. Explosions mushroom above the earth, but maybe we shall still manage to make a couple of rotations around the sun – with this cathedral, this palace, this painting.”











*Zbigniew Herbert, Barbarian in the Garden.

Circles of Time

Nogah Engler / Circles of Time

Opening: 14/12/2012   Closing: 19/01/2013

Circles of Time, Exhibition view, Noga Gallery of Contemporary Art, 2012
Circles of Time, Exhibition view, Noga Gallery of Contemporary Art, 2012
Circles of Time, Exhibition view, Noga Gallery of Contemporary Art, 2012
Circles of Time, Exhibition view, Noga Gallery of Contemporary Art, 2012
Circles of Time, Exhibition view, Noga Gallery of Contemporary Art, 2012
Circles of Time, Exhibition view, Noga Gallery of Contemporary Art, 2012
White night, oil on canvas, 150x120 cm, 2012
White night, oil on canvas, 149x163 cm, 2012
Belongings 5, oil on board, 60x80 cm, 2012
Belongings 4, oil on board, 60x80 cm, 2012
Fading shadows 1, oil on canvas, 60x80 cm, 2012

Nogah Engler: Ashes on the Tuileries Gardens


In the opening pages of The Rings of Saturn, WG Sebald recalls his late university colleague Janine’s passion for Gustav Flaubert, who she felt epitomised all that is great about the nineteenth-century French novel, with its predilection for obscure detail over intellectual hubris. As regards detail, Flaubert was, according to Janine,obsessed with sand and its capacity to conquer everything. He was crippled by phobias about his writing and the world around him, the effect of which he likened to sinking into sand. Sebald quotes Janine: ‘…vast dust clouds drifted through Flaubert’s dreams by day and by night, raised over the arid plains of the African continent and moving north across the Mediterranean and the Iberian peninsula till sooner or later they settled like ash from a fire on the Tuileries gardens, a suburb of Rouen or a country town in Normandy, penetrating into the tiniest crevices.’1 Flaubert’s poetic vision of a grain of sand, travelling across continents to fall by beautiful coincidence on the elegantly manicured Tuileries gardens in Paris, resonates strongly with Nogah Engler. In that vision, Flaubert pits the natural against the manmade, chance versus order. The analogy between sand and ash from a fire adds a morbid note: the idea of burned matter surreptitiously invading our everyday surroundings, of the dead mixing with the living. Indeed, Flaubert’s quote is given greater poignancy when we remember that, between Sebald writing notes for his book while recuperating in hospital (from some unspecified condition that he puts down, in part, to ‘the paralysing horror … when confronted with the traces of destruction, reaching far back into the past, that were evident even in that remote place’2) and his assembling them a year later, Janine had died – and this not long after her close friend’s (another university colleague) sudden death.3 It is as if a shift has occurred during these recollections, and Flaubert’s fears have come to represent Sebald’s.


As with Flaubert, Engler’s paintings and drawings draw power from the tension between their surface beauty and an underlying sense of ominous disquiet. If she continues to use the forest as a motif in her recent paintings, its fairy-tale seductiveness is always undermined. Trees are barren, with dark, mostly branchless trunks that show possible signs of having been scorched. Engler’s close cropping of her horizons that leaves very little sky visible – no guiding sun or moon – contributes to a feeling of being trapped in the scenes. I am reminded of the landscape in Cormac McCarthy’s apocalyptic novel The Road, in which nature takes on the allegorical qualities of despair and brutality: trees are described as ‘limbless’ and, in an extreme version of Flaubert’s dust clouds, ash has covered the entire country. ‘Barren, silent, godless’4 is how the boy describes the scene before him in the opening sequence.


Engler exploits the classic technique of chiaroscuro to juxtapose areas of dark, impenetrable shadow and swathes of eerie, bleached white that suggests, in Emergents most strikingly, that we are looking at the aftermath of some mysterious, destructive force (A fire? A bomb? An act of God?).  Yet the stark effect is always


softened by the addition of warm flesh tones and muted pastel shades in grey-blue and green. As well as the forests, Engler’s new paintings contain a number of more abstract scenes, which, for the purposes of this essay, I’ll call ‘interiors’, although their lack of explicit, real-life reference points implies that these are allegories – interiors as metaphors for psychic space. In some of the interiors, such as Belongings 4 and The corner (all works 2012), the pink skin-tones dominate as if channelling the sensuous Rococo excesses of, say, Boucher. Yet there are no lusty nudes here, no people, only the remnants of civilisation. Beauty, for Engler, has lost its innocence. It is no longer possible to re-create the idealised forms of beauty that have dominated Western art history. Instead, she collages passages of beautiful landscape from the heydays of the Renaissance and Romantic eras, which she borrows from the masters of the genre – Lucas Cranach, Bruegel the Elder, Leonardo Da Vinci, Caspar David Friedrich – as if beauty can only be quoted rather than directly represented. Yet Engler is compelled to sully even these quotations: by patches of over-painting or by adding her own passages of tangled abstraction into which figurative elements collapse or become fragmented into a Cubist kaleidoscope of entropic matter.


There are few signs of life in Engler’s work, other than the occasional glimpse of a deer or bat, or an unexpected burst of new vegetation poking through the forest soil in an otherwise inhospitable landscape. Instead, we find traces of ruins, shells of buildings just glimpsed among the trees (Emergents and Hole in the fence) or, in the case of the interiors, empty rooms or shelters where the barrier between inside and outside has collapsed – trees grow among the stacks of objects in Belongings 2 and Belongings 3; one of the walls is missing in Belongings 4, as if to suggest an open stage-set.


If the animals and new shoots symbolise the cyclical forces of nature, the ruins likewise have their own cyclical logic: they remind us that all human activity will eventually fall into ruin, and that all ruining will be followed by re-building or new growth. As Brian Dillon points out in his ‘Short History of Decay’, the introduction to his edited volume of essays on ruins: ‘The ruin, despite its state of decay, somehow outlives us.’5 What is significant about our recent times is the speed at which ruins are created compared to the centuries it took for classical ruins to reach the aesthetic state that came to be so appreciated in Western art. Two world wars accompanied by technological advances in military equipment, together with low-cost, flimsy architecture have created the sensation of an accelerated mode of decay. ‘We live now, though we might say that we have always lived, in a time of ruination,’ writesDillon.’6


Rebecca Solnit, included in Dillon’s volume, makes the connection between ruins and memory: ‘Memory is always incomplete, always imperfect, always falling into ruin; but the ruins themselves, like other traces, are treasures … our guide to situating.


5 Brian Dillon, ‘Introduction: A Short History of Decay’, in Brian Dillon (ed.), Ruins,Documents of Contemporary Art, Whitechapel Gallery and MIT Press, London, p. 116 op cit, p. 10


ourselves in the landscape of time.’7 She cautions against attempting to erase those ruins (as she claims America does), which would be to ‘erase the visual public triggers of memory; a city without ruins … is like a mind without memories’.8 Indeed, in Engler’s paintings, ruins are not memorialised or torn down but left to rot. They become skeletal, ghostly, but are never totally absorbed by the surrounding nature. Like memories, they never disappear but continue to haunt even as they grow less tangible.


Returning to Sebald, Engler is drawn to his skill at mapping the complex web of individual and collective memories, at recording how the trauma of historical events (particularly those of twentieth-century Europe) have left their marks on all our lives, whether directly or indirectly. As we saw earlier, it is extremely tricky to paraphrase Sebald: as soon as you try to explain a passage of his writing, you realise how far you need to re-wind in order to make sense of it. In his books, voices and time-frames shift constantly and become entangled in a cumulative knot of coincidences, memories and histories; everything is connected, everything has consequence. The title, The Rings of Saturn, is typically Sebaldian: it relates to the fact that the frozen crystals and meteorite particles that make up the planet’s rings are actually ‘fragments of a former moon that was too close to the planet and was destroyed by its tidal effect’.


Likewise, Engler’s paintings are difficult to fully apprehend at one glance: in some, the large scale is such that the edges fall into our blind-spot; in others, paths in the landscape (as with Passing through) seem to lead us in different directions, to lose us in the forest. There is no fixed focal point; our viewpoint is continuously fragmented as in a dream or fractured memory. Moreover, it takes a while for all the elements (Flaubert’s obscure details) – a bat, a building, a suggestion of a figure bending down but which may just be a piece of old cloth – to reveal themselves in among the different strata of the painting. Could we be looking at different topographical layers, or different moments in time represented simultaneously? In the interiors, framed images within the work could be variously interpreted as paintings, placards, mirrors, panes of glass or portals into another time or place. Sometimes, there are recognisable glimpses of quotes from Western art history – a section of a Roman frieze and a Poussin painting in Belongings 4 – but mostly there are only suggestions of figures or landscapes in the same way that she offers suggestions of previous events or traumas. As Engler says, her intuitive approach, continual layering and fragmentation produce suggestions of definitions.


In Sebald, memories are reported not just first-hand by the author or second-hand by his acquaintances, but third-or even fourth-hand as these acquaintances recount other people’s stories. In this way, memories are kept alive but mutate and become tainted with others’ agendas as they become increasingly disengaged from the original source. Holocaust survivor Primo Levi knew only too well the dangers of the mutant nature of memory when he wrote in The Drowned and the Saved, his last book: ‘The memories which lie within us are not carved in stone; not only do they tend to become.


Rebecca Solnit, ‘The Ruins of Memory’, extracts from Storming the Gates of erased as the years go by, but often they change, or even increase by incorporating extraneous features.’10 In Sebald, all paths eventually return to thoughts and memories of exile and the Second World War, whether walking along the east coast of England in The Rings of Saturn, or meeting fellow exiles in The Emigrants, or, like the protagonist in his last fictional book, Austerlitz, following a trail of photographs for clues to his family’s past. Like Sebald, Engler is compelled to revisit her family’s tragic history during the war, the trauma coalescing around one particular site that recurs in many of her works; either literally as the dense, brooding forest or abstracted into the psychologically charged interior scenes.


The forest echoes the landscape around the village of Kosov in what is now Ukrainian Galicia, where her father, grandfather and uncle hid for two years and eventually escaped the Nazi occupation of the area during which thousands of Jews were murdered, including her grandmother. Engler eventually went to track down her family’s hiding place in 2005, relying only on word-of-mouth recollections. Having built up the place in her imagination through a lifetime of being told about it, she was surprised by the reality she found: it was visually less dramatic (the mountain was not as dominant as she imagined), and life seemed to go on there as if nothing had taken place only one generation ago. How could people, so apparently hospitable, have been party to such barbarism? That duality of human nature, the propensity for man’s inhumanity to man (a constant preoccupation of Levi’s, too), finds its visual equivalent in the dichotomies present in all Engler’s paintings: beautiful/bleak, light/dark, nature/manmade, interior/exterior.


Engler’s vision of Kosov is not only mediated through other people’s memories, her own imagination and later experience, but also through art history and photography. With hardly any family photographs of the area, Engler’s imagination had been free to fill the visual void. But the fact that she took 600 photographs during her visit suggests that it was somehow impossible – too late – to compensate visually for the earlier void. It is tempting to see those areas of light and dark in her work as the painterly equivalents of photographic over-exposure or under-exposure – the failure of photography to adequately capture reality or memory.


Engler works through the problem of memory through the difficulty of its visual representation, both on the level of an individual trying to find an image or visual locus for a traumatic family event, and, on a wider, philosophical level, as a means of sharing experiences collectively and empathetically. Her paintings often contain traces of an underlying geometric or grid structure that provides an illusion of order. In the landscapes, a grid is created through the deployment of linear, leafless trees that act as symbolic markers of depth and space. In the interiors, order is created through the arrangement of existing infrastructure and objects – like corners, rugs or panes of glass – or the introduction of a geometric shape like the semi-circle that bisects Belongings 1 and neatly contains all the elements below it (an idea borrowed from one of Rembrandt’s last self-portraits, Self-Portrait with Two Circles, 1665-9). These grids suggest the process of mapping: not just geographical space or the changing of scale, but – as Sebald tries to do with words – the process of translating memory into
10 Primo Levi, The Drowned and the Saved, Abacus, London, 1989, p. 11 another, more fixed, concrete form. Engler talks of her grids as relating to the archaeology of the painting, as if the painting were an area marked out for a dig, each square waiting to be combed, its contents exhumed. Areas of densely worked surface invite the viewer to imagine what lies beneath; the swirl of mysterious matter that dominates the foregrounds of The corner and Emergents would seem to imply that the process of excavation had already begun, that a layer had been peeled back and we were faced with its as-yet unidentified contents. In Hidden ground, a large pit appears in the middle of a clearing, at the very centre of the painting. Could it be the foundations of a new building or might it instead refer to the hiding place of Engler’s relatives? The ambiguity points to a metaphorical reading: the black hole of memory and forgetting, a pit of shame, a godless abyss or existential void. It takes a while to notice the presence of a second pit further away – a spectral double or mirage. These voids are everywhere, unavoidable, threatening to swallow us, our memories, our images. Philosophers from Heidegger to Derrida use the ancient Greek word ‘kh.ra’ to describe this type of in-between, womb-like space that is able to receive all but paradoxically defies meaning.


In Memoirs of the Blind, Derrida proposes the idea of the ruin as self-portrait. For him, the act of trying to capture one’s own image is always already an act of memory; an ‘impossible self-portrait whose signatory sees himself disappearing before his own eyes the more he desperately tries to re-capture himself in it’.11 For Engler, memory defines us. Perhaps it is not coincidental that she chose to borrow a semi-circle from Rembrandt’s self-portrait as an artist approaching old age and facing his own mortality. Although Engler never explicitly portrays the human form, her work is always an attempt to capture the bitter contradictions of being human and the final, impossible task of depicting memory.
Jennifer Thatcher is an art critic and lecturer based in Folkestone.

11 Jacques Derrida, ‘Memoirs of the Blind’, extract from ‘Memoirs of the Blind: The

Self-Portrait and Other Ruins’, 1993, in Dillon, p. 43

Tracing Echoes

Noga Engler / Tracing Echoes

Opening: 05/03/2009   Closing: 17/04/2009

Tracing Echoes, Exhibition view, Noga Gallery of Contemporary Art, 2009
Tracing Echoes, Exhibition view, Noga Gallery of Contemporary Art, 2009
Tracing Echoes, Exhibition view, Noga Gallery of Contemporary Art, 2009
Tracing Echoes, Exhibition view, Noga Gallery of Contemporary Art, 2009
Night and day, oil on canvas, 190X200 cm, 2009
Landmarks II, oil on canvas, 210X170cm, 2006
The Digger, oil on canvas, 150x120cm, 2008
Black Boat. oil on canvas, 127x103cm , 2009
Barking, oil on canvas, 183X171cm, 2009

Nogah Engler’s painting language is a fragmented and a broken one, which builds a new enchanting world from ruins. The paintings’ themes are mainly landscapes, what she refers to as “simultaneous landscapes”; mental regions which mix with actual regions. Places and times which split and re-unite, break and heal, vanish and appear. Utopian places and dark places are bound together.


Her paintings embody the fragility of existence and the ultimate dichotomy of life/death that lies at the heart of the natural order. Although never directly depicted, the human presence is always implied. The oppositional elements of her subject matter are effectively manifested through Engler’s painting technique. She constructs a complex illusory space of interconnected zones of paint combining translucent washes of oil and color with areas of beautifully drawn, tightly rendered detail set against open voids of raw, blank canvas. By systematically creating and negating large areas of the painting’s surface, Engler speaks as much to what is not seen as to what is revealed through tangible objects and situations. The negative space is activated as a means to go behind physical presence and figurative interpretation to reach concealed human narratives.


Nogah’s personal biography is present in each and every painting. As a second generation to holocaust survivors, as one that grew up on stories about Europe, “that place” became an inner scope, a place that constantly exists in the awareness, a place which she always imagines and also wakes from in dread. She found those landscapes which she imagined in works of Renaissance painters such as Lucas Cranach, Peter Bruegel and Jan Bruegel. Into these landscapes she cast her memories from the other stories.


Nogah Engler’s new body of work began with a journey made into the heartland of the Ukrainian Galicia region in 2005. Drawing on written and word-of-mouth accounts left to her by her grandfather, she tracked down the village of Kosov and the dwelling where her father, uncle and grandfather remained in hiding for two years during the occupation and systematic massacre of Jews throughout the villages in the area during World War II. Although the final realization of a place long-imagined enabled some emotional catharsis, it has only worked to further intensify her infatuation with a landscape that remains forever beautiful yet endlessly tarnished by its own history.


Across an organic process of development and experimentation, the landscape paintings moved to other regions, with the story’s events in the background. There are elements of pastoral beauty which is uncovered underneath the surface or presents an apocalypse-like landscape. Each painting approaches this theme from a different angle and perspective and there is a cumulative effect in the gallery space. From tangled scrublands criss-crossed with frozen forests, burnt down forests, fallen trees, broken fences, paths seem to lead toward one fateful mountain. Throughout, animals, serrated mountains, sharp rocks, huts, architecture shadows as a sign of human life passed by, scorched grounds, all of these are mute witnesses. By their side, flowers and berries that fight the odds and bloom through the permafrost stand as a hopeful testament to nature’s unswerving ability to re-generate and renew. Day follows night and life inevitably begins again.


Nonetheless, as an Israeli living in Europe today she finds herself living simultaneous lives. The echoes of a place where one is physically absent reverberate inside incessantly. This echo splits one’s existence and renders it belonging and not belonging. This is an effort to create a utopian place out of the recognition of utopia’s failure. The effort of catching the echo is the one of building a new personal identity, which tries to unite the worlds.


When she finished her Art MFA studies in 2004 at Chelsea School of Art, London, Nogah Engler was chosen by the Times Magazine as one of the six artists to follow and one of 25 artists selected by Art Review. Since then she exhibited solo and group exhibitions in Europe and Israel and was awarded the 3rd Castellion Prize for painting and the Celeste Prize for painting in 2006. Her works are included in important collections in Israel and abroad.


Simultaneously to the Noga Gallery exhibition, Nogah Engler will exhibit at “Wondrous Worlds”, an exhibition at the Helena Rubinstein Pavilion, starting March 12th.