This is a collage drawing of the Salvation Army that i'm doing for a current project which is to make a book from a past memory, and mine is about Traz, my mum, being sick in a bag after seeing the spit poor out from a trumpet EVEN THOUGH, she was the one who wanted to go and watch them anyway. Typical Traz.
Anyway, this page no longer exists in my book as my tutor didn't like it - so i started again. Oh well.
p.s. click on it to see it bigger.