Did this in my teens.
Crude watercolors. Deliberately distorted. Yeah, the 'weirdness' phase had clearly started.
Seems i couldn't decide if i wanted to be Egon Schiele, or Berni Wrightson. Luckily, (or maybe unluckily), a few other influences soon seeped in, until eventually . . .
i found my own voice.
sorta.
