One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break.

In a field by the river my love and I did stand,And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

The artist's role is to create a dialogue between the past and the future.

The transition to cleaner energy must be inclusive, ensuring no communities are left behind.

Sometimes the things that are most real are the things you can't see.