The Toasters of Fortune Project began in January of 2012 as an expression of two broke travelers car hopping and backpacking across the back roads of America searching out diversity in language, regional folklore and iconic side road attractions. With a lot of now broken cameras, dwindling funds, day jobs and the two venturing in separate ways across the American South, the project has begun taking on new life. The underline story: how to make art and survive.
The project concentrates on expressing artistic revival despite instability, globally and nationally, in economic viability.
Simple. Art is a cultures' life's blood.
Without it the world can seam dull or harsh. But, with it comes hope and possibilities. Despite urban decay, loss of jobs and housing, many artists are flocking to inner cities to rebuild, bringing inner city gardening, small arts districts dedicated to education and enriching communities, and beautifying neighborhoods known for violent crime or deemed unlivable. In its wake, this movement builds a new landscape. This site has been designed to explore these many landscapes, where they came from and where they may go, from a local, a traveler, and point A to B.
I can be reached at This Email Address. Tell a story.
For any donations of $5 or more I will send out a postcard print.
$25 or more receives an editioned 8"x10" print.
Please include an address for prints. All funds raised are used for equipment maintenance and film costs.
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Presenting a first week on the gulf coast of florida. After that viscous first couple of days in the sunshine state, sarah and I began to relax, first in Palm Harbor with a friend, then Large. Traveling through three temperate … Continue reading
Sarah and I found two new unsuspecting victims of our rampant cross continental spree on the evening of february19th. Slightly outside Atlanta’s great bypass in a small thoughtful town and an address were all we had received a day before … Continue reading