[100 Challenge] Ocean_86

The mouth open, the insects. All flood. All color. All blankness. 

The art supply store had no decent black paper, so I’m relegated to scribbling on the backsides of previous doodles. Soon, however, all paper in the world will turn black, all the ink will disappear into the black of the page, and all of this will be washed away in cobalt black charcoal black searing blackness.