In general I think it is bad to retread old ground. If I get lost when I am driving, I don’t turn around to retrace my steps. No, like a caveman I plow forward thinking, ‘this’ll probably lead to the right place… eventually,’ and I floor it. (The male brain can be a wonder to behold.)
And sometimes it really is just better to plow forward and tackle new ideas and new stories, and not just retread old ground. But this is one of those times where if I didn’t go back and fix it, and give the painting the treatment it deserved, it would always haunt me.