Marissa of the North

05/30/2026

Please come and see me on June 12th at Duluth Grill at 6pm and see all my latest work. I’d love to see your face.

05/06/2026

I am so grateful for all of my loyal and appreciative patrons. It’s why I do what I do ☺️

12/22/2025

Introducing my most recent piece; “Milkweed at Dawn” 24x36 in framed oil painting.
Inspired by my morning walk along Mesaba Bike Trail.
$1700

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12/18/2025

A little over a week ago, I received a notification that my page had been compromised by an unauthorized third party. I immediately followed all recommended security protocols to regain control of and secure my account.

Subsequently, I was informed that my account was subject to removal due to an inappropriate post that had been published during the period of unauthorized access.
This post was not created by me and was an intentional attempt by the unauthorized party to violate Facebook’s Community Standards.

Facebook promptly removed the content. I did not view the post myself, as it was published during the early morning hours while I was asleep. I respectfully request that this incident be reviewed in light of the confirmed account compromise.

Until this issue is resolved, you can contact me at:

[email protected]

www.marissaofthenorth.art

218.343.8038

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12/05/2025

Incredibly Viking.

In the misty forests of medieval Norway, a Viking named Einar Bear-Friend forged one of the strangest bonds in Norse legend.

When his crew found a slain bear and its orphaned cub, they wanted its pelt. Einar refused.
“No warrior strikes one who cannot strike back,” he said — and carried the cub home.

Fed on goat’s milk and raised by the hearth, the bear — Bjarki — grew massive and fiercely loyal. Together, they trained, hunted, and learned to move as one. When war came, Einar’s enemies trembled: witnesses swore they saw a man and bear charging side by side, tearing through shields as if bound by one spirit.

After Einar’s death, Bjarki vanished into the northern wilds. Yet hunters still whispered of a black-furred giant watching over Viking cairns at night.

They say that when the wind howls through the pines, it is Einar and Bjarki — warrior and bear — roaming together still, bound by courage and brotherhood for all eternity.