One of the equally delightful and frustrating aspects of art (and life in general) is that things seem to come together best when they are orchestrated least.
Nothing illustrates this better than the above works... I had no intention of making a series, they were simply a product of my boredom and restlessness, marching out of my hands one after the other, in an orderly fashion, well-suited to sitting alongside each other. And as it turns out, they are the pieces that resonate most strongly with other people.
So, I look at it this way -- for every frustrated hour an artist spends pouring over something she 'just knows' is going to be amazing, there's that five-minute throw-away scribble that is infinitely better. Whatever's right.