Augusta Atla


The last decade and more, moving around like a gypsy, – living between London, Venice, Rome, Milan, Athens, Paris – Augusta has finally settled in her home town Copenhagen. By the canal in the historical part of Copenhagen, Christianshavn, her studio is hidden away in a mews in a backyard.

Augusta went on an art pilgrimage (2008-2016), visiting the artworks of the great masters of European art, researching religious iconography and exploring the history of Greek Antiquity, all of which still have a profound influence on her work. The remains of all these travels and research sit in the air and on the walls of her studio.

I was raised by an art historian mother and exposed from an early age to Western art history, realising that art history was predominately male dominated and chauvinist. Since 1999 I have hoped to create artwork that sheds light and reflects on the structures that go into the invention of paintings in order to make a language of my own, incorporating a woman’s experiences and sensations. Augusta Atla

Perfumes smell like paintings. To paint is like tasting a memory.

The artwork is a gift from Dionysus, the mourning of Demeter and the burden of Atlas.

6 years in Greece and 4 years in Italy were the most important and groundbreaking experience in my life. I learned everything about the importance of the artwork for civilisation from the ancient greeks, and everything about loss and longing from the (Renaissance) Italians.

For good and bad, historically, the artwork has underlined our virtues, discussed our philosophical beliefs, enforced our religious ideas, promoted our cultural trends, and has been a method of questioning ways of understanding, mirroring our tragedies and tracing our emotional patterns.