Maybe the question is boring, but the answer will not be. This first part is an introduction, who are you? Give us details.
“I am a Danish writer, from Copenhagen. The name I have taken on as a writer is DUNE310. I have been painting since 1993, so I guess that would mathematically translate to 22 years. I straight up represent the SPT. If you don’t know, then act like you do. It means: Same Plan Tomorrow & inc. The Yedis crew. I chose the name because I was a huge fan of the Amiga-game ‘Dune’.
One of my favorite parts about my past was my block. The block that I lived on back then, was number 310. It just happened that my major motivator was TAKI183. He is well known to me and my friend. It was because of that, that me and my friends all had our block-numbers included in our tags. To me that was a funny thing, cause as I grew older, I kept the 310. Maybe it is not funny to you guys, but this art has a deep and personal relationship with what I love most in this world.
And I can’t speak or write without mentioning when ‘wildstyle’ and ‘Stylewars’ hit Denmark in the mid 80’s. What true old-school graffiti artist isn’t influenced by those?! They are must see classic movies. That made me drawn to graffiti right away. I remember that I was sketching a lot for some years, before I did my first real piece in 1993. It was actually a birthday gift for my little brother. I still remember this day like it was yesterday. Funny thing, I stole some spray-paint, to do the white fill-in, with orange outline for the piece…
It was because there was no real graffiti-magazines or books back then, that it was very hard to get new inspiration from any source. We all need inspiration from many positive sources. The funny story is: I got it from my grandma. When I was hanging out with my grandma, she quickly spotted that my eyes was moving very fast when we were riding the train. Why? There where so many dope panels, and I did not want to lose sight of any one of them. I had to see them all!
She then went and bought me my first camera and told me to take pictures of the things I liked. She would pay for the film to be developed so my parents would not find out. My parents weren’t big fans of graffiti back then. But my grandma always told me to do whatever made me happy. Her motto was: don’t care what other’s think about you, but always remember that you are responsible for your actions!
We have a strong graffiti-scene in Denmark now, and many really dope writers to prove it. Some of the Danish writers from the old-school were of big influence to me as I started to paint myself, but I quickly developed my own style, and found peace in that.”
What is the greatest feeling you get from doing this? What does it feel like?
“Graffiti is like an obsession to me, I can never get enough of it. I might be working on a wall, all day long, and come home late, hungry and tired, but still need to sketch a little before I can go to bed. My expectations are very high, and I am never satisfied with my own stuff. I think that is my biggest drive, to keep on developing my style! The importance of balance, letter flow and tight skinny lines, means everything to me when I paint.
I forget all about time and place, problems and issues as soon as I step up to the wall. To paint is the ultimate freedom to me! Nobody is telling me how to do it, there are no rules for making a piece, and I’m the inventor of my style.
Graffiti to me, is therapy. We actually call it ‘wall-therapy’ in my family. When I’m having a tough morning, or just feeling blue, my daughter says to me: ‘Daddy I think you need to go paint today, because you’re sounding like a grumpy old man now’! Can’t argue with that. Painting is a relief, cause all the ideas in my head, just jumps on to the wall.”
I know that many artists lose their motivation. Has that ever happened to you? How did you get it back?
“Well I never really lost my motivation, but I have had some down periods, where I could not even force the creativity out of my body. Fortunately it was only for very short periods of time. Might just have been a few days really. I believe if you just keep pushing and challenge your style, you will not be unmotivated. Self-discipline, man. Your life is always better when you paint so why the fuck would you stop? Check your head cause you got a mental problem.”
To me it feels like many artists want to hide any info on how they do their work. Can you tell us about any tricks or tips about this particular form of art?
“You just have to find your own style. Do anything and everything. Walk the streets. Go to hardware shops. Use your mind to study everything in the universe. Never stop dreaming and live in your mind. So you can the thing you feel comfortable doing.
Also, if you always compare yourself to other artists, you become your own enemy. That is when you become an asshole. Don’t feel like you need to be better than anyone. Just do your best and you do everything you can do. If you view the other artists as your opponents, then you will beat yourself and it won’t feel good. Don’t waste your time, and cause your talent will never be able to develop. Study all letters. Love every style, cause it’s the only way you can advance. Push yourself and always set the bar a little higher. Frustration is the key to progress! So focus on your weaknesses to make yourself better And always remember to stay true to yourself.”
Now it is time for my favorite but much-hated question. Everyone gets caught by the cops, so give me an interesting story!
“In 1995, I was in ‘Kolding’, a large industrial-city in Jutland, with my old crewmate AIDS. We were sneaking around in a big freight-yard. We were destroying stuff, meaning we were doing some chrome throw-ups as well as pieces. I guess that it was not the best idea to go bombing that night. Being drunk and tagging on the tracks. Another reason for or mix of trouble was that we had been hitting up the same spot consecutively for about a week. So being drunk and meeting the cops in a trainyard is a good story but not a good experience; of course they patrolled the yard.
AIDS and I were painting a freight-train and there were about 20 meters between us. Suddenly I spotted a flashlight on the other side of the train. I kept my calm. I tried everything I could to keep my silence and get his attention. Unfortunately, my drunk friend had a party in his own head and I guess he was dancing in his own mind.
So suddenly a cop with a flashlight jumped out. One villain and two writers on the track. What do you do? The villain – I mean cop – said: ‘Hold it right there, this is the police!’ I think in my mind I laughed. Stop, and go to jail. So I yelled: ‘FUCK YOU, THE RULE IS RUN!’ We crawled under the train, and went out the other side. Then we ran as long as we could. The cop chased us. The more we ran, the more cops joined in the race. We jumped two fences, and then they were gone. We thought we could slow down now, and catch a breath. Safe. No flashlights or sirens. But suddenly a cop car was crossing the road behind us so we started running again. Ooooh shit!
Next problem, it was a dead end road for us because we were looking at water. It was a pier! What would you do? Swim or what? We had no choice but to throw the cans and bags in the dark water. So obviously the police caught us. Honestly, they were really pissed and treated us real shitty. But the evidence was gone… Or at least that’s what we thought. Some cops were searching for our materials and tools with dogs. Maybe God was on my side because I was trying to beautify the city with my friend. They had no luck. Meanwhile we were trapped in a police car and we were questioned. What do you think we did? We lied cause they had no evidence.
AIDS suddenly poked me with his elbow and when the cop was not looking at us, and I saw the can. In the dark cold water, a couple of meters from us, a spray-can was floating in the early morning light. The fucked up thing was, we saw it because the moonlight reflected on the shiney surface. I felt my stomach turn! A couple of minutes later, the cop turned and looked at us and said: ‘Well boys, you got lucky this time! But next time I’m going to get you. Get the fuck out of my car!’. Both AIDS and I walked away pretty calmly from the cops, who were still watching us. As soon as we got around the corner, we took off running. We ran all we could, we were sure the cops would spot the cans in the water, and chase us down again.
One of the worst thing is, we didn’t visit the yard for a couple of weeks. The reason why was of course that we were hoping not to see the cops again. However, we never did. We’re blessed.”
What are you favorite accomplishments, either legal or illegal?
“That’s a tough one. Must be the wall I did in Magdeburg for Meeting Of Styles 2014. I did a ‘Cause And Effect’ theme wall, with my crewmates SEOD and KATS. We made a Zombie-apocalypse wall, and everything about it was freestyled. Both my mates and I were one hundred percent satisfied with it!”
Say anything, whatever you want!
“I would like to send a big shout out to OHANA-Magazine, very nice work and relevant articles! Thank you for letting me become a part of it!
BUHBUH & SWEETS, the most important thing in my life!
My Family, My crews SPT & YEDIZ.
KATS, SEOD, KEZ, DETOS, STAY KD, RABIZ, ET, THOE, SORSE, IMKEN.
Much respect to all the contributors of the hip-hop.”