About

Welcome to Marmalade Moon! My personal journal where I write about my art, my days and thoughts. Things that inspire me. How the creative process unfolds. Glimpses from my studio and reflections on creativity.

About finding great pleasure in small things. The beauty I see in everyday situations, in nature and the sky. Beauty that lifts my spirits.

In 2010 I’ll be writing more about embracing imperfection, wabi-sabi, digital art, natural media, simplicity and ease.

A Bit More About Me

Hello, I’m Kate England, I’m an artist and I live in Stockholm, Sweden. I’m half English and half Swedish and grew up both here and there.

I’ve created thousands of illustrations and computer icons for a diverse range of editorial, publishing and software clients in the U.S. and Europe and I’m a member of The Association of Swedish Illustrators, Svenska Tecknare, & Illustratörcentrum.

I’ve been creative all my life, from crayons to graphic design, from rock bands to radio drama, icon design, illustration and translation, always writing, painting, reading, expressing myself creatively. I started Marmalade Moon as an expression for my passion for digital art. This winter, Marmalade Moon is in a state of metamorphosis. It’s a firebird, a phoenix. A butterfly. I’m in a state of transition.

I Love…

When what I create touches others deeply or brings people joy.
Colour and textures. Purple, tweed, lime green, orange, subtle neutrals and wood.
The sound of rain. The sound of a pen travelling on paper.
The touch of silk or a cotton dress, bare feet on sun warm cliffs, velvet, sheepskin, the sun, rain and wind on my skin.
The scent of gardenia, freshly ground coffee, bread just out of the oven, homegrown tomatoes still warm from the sun, fresh cut grass and Lily of the Valley.
The taste of espresso, raspberries, ginger, salmon, lemon zest, ginger, Greek basil, almonds.
Following my intuition. Being true to myself and living a sensual, tactile life.

Marmalade Moon

“It was August 1997, I was designing a web site for myself and my icons, but what was it going to be called?

I had visited some friends in their summer cottage in the archipelago. We had been picking cherries in their garden.

Standing at a bus stop, half way back to town, waiting for my bus to arrive on a dusty road, the moon rose, behind dark pine trees. It was huge. And orange. Like marmalade. Marmalade Moon.”