Posts Tagged ‘kelly morrisseau


Oil Prices and Education Funds

NPR’s got a great article up here on the potential positive effects of a drastic spike in the price of crude oil. Christopher Steiner, in his book “$20 Per Gallon: How the Inevitable Rise in the Price of Gasoline Will Change Our Lives for the Better”, lays out a vision of shrinking cities, a return of manufacturing jobs to the United States and a growth in mass-transit and high-speed rail networks.

As someone who’s worked as a roofer, a pothole filler and held jobs at both the Trail Road waste dump and a recycling plant I can attest to the sheer scope of everyday life which revolves around crude oil products. Take a look around you and think of what you might not have anymore when crude oil prices rocket up.

On another note, remember the piece of street art I put up in memory of Kelly Morrisseau last month?

Well, an education fund has been set up for Ms. Morrisseau’s three children, and donations can be made to it by sending a cheque made out to the “National Indian Brotherhood in Trust” to the Assembly of First Nations, 473 Albert St., Suite 810, Ottawa, K1R 5B4. Please specify that you’d like the funds added to the Kelly Morrisseau Education Fund.

And remember… there’s still a killer out there and on the loose. If you’ve got any info, please call it in. We can catch this SOB.


A tribute, and more art

Recently I’ve been hesitant. I’ve been unsure as to what direction I’d take streetart-wise (with a combination of my conventional art-work and gradschool plans beginning to eat up whatever time I have for working on street related stuff). I’ve always been interested in both bits and pieces of forgotten history and the people who take up the task of bringing those forgotten truths out into the light, and recently I’ve been reading about the number of unsolved murders in Ottawa. Even when cases were solved some seemed to fade quicker from memory than others, although the name of Ardeth Wood still makes the front-pages of our daily papers on occasion.

The latest piece I’ve been working on is a memorial to Kelly Morrisseau, who was murdered by an unknown assailant over two and a half years ago. The memorial itself is made from found plywood, and was shaped with hand-saws and painted over a one-week period. Minto Park, home to the Female Victims of Violence memorial, was the logical choice of site for this particular piece. I don’t know if I’ve done Ms. Morrisseau justice in my creation, but I’d like to see justice come about in her still-open murder investigation.


Kelly Morrisseau was seven months’ pregnant when she was murdered on December 10th, 2006. She was found, naked and clinging to life from a dozen stab wounds, in a parking-lot near Gatineau Park and died in hospital that morning. She left behind three children.

While a few leads came in initially, the investigation into her murder seems to have all but dried up and her death seems to have been forgotten by the people of our city.

Now I know that I am going to upset some people by saying what I am going to say next, but it will be said regardless. Not every murdered woman is named Ardeth, and it seems that the ones not fortunate enough to have been so blessed are shuffled off to the back pages in a hurry. Should we forget Kelly Morrisseau’s murder because she was involved in the sex-trade industry? Because she had her first child at age sixteen? Because she came from a First Nations reserve? Because she wasn’t a blonde virgin with a fiance and a Masters’ education??

The case is still open, and more information can be found here:
Crime Stoppers
Nation Talk

There is a $20,000 reward in place for information leading to the arrest of Ms. Morrisseau’s killer.

On a different note, I’ve spent a lot of my free time building boxes and miniature cabinets out of scrap wood in preparation for an upcoming art-show. At some point I’d like to learn how to cut joints and build sliding mechanisms for chests of drawers.
Everything here is nearly 100 per cent recycled (with the exception of paint, of course, and hinges). Door pulls and screws were salvaged from discarded furniture.
I also got to meet Zoom (of Knitnut fame) today and chat with her and GC briefly about several things, including Duncan.