We all have it. The “old” stuff. Mine just stacks up on a particular shelf in my bookcase, some thoughtfully separated with tracing paper, some not so much. But I don’t throw it away.
Some artists have the discipline to paint often, some almost every day. I am not one of those nor do I necessarily strive to be. I’m an ebb and flow kind of painter. Sometimes I’m full of ideas, sometimes I’m a total blank. It’s when I’m really, really blank that I like to look at some of the old stuff. I was doing “THAT”? Wow, I was sure on a “BLENDING” jag! But sometimes, it’s “oh, I forgot about doing it THAT way. I need to re-visit”. One’s history is a fascinating chronicle of what we’ve learned along the way, mistakes we’ve made and evidence that we continue to hone the true thing that comes out of us.