Story of an old man living in his own soul island. (hand made paper, ink, hand-crafted)
'The man started to cry with laughter, because there were no trees, just flowers all around within the sweep of the eye... But at the same moment something magical happened. His dear friend Oak slowly turned into a strong oak tree. His horns were interlacing branches. After a good while instead of a loyal imaginary friend Edward had a remarkable tree.'