you don't really care what the hell you're drawing? These days, when I'm painting, the thought that hovers at the back of my head is really only this :
"I don't give a shit."
I couldn't care less if I was drawing a cake or a vase or another woman or pudding with chocolate. They're all interchangeable, and when I ask myself why I draw, why I do style experiments, why I experiment with color styles, the only answer I have is "Because I can."
Which, is a shitty reason to do art.
It's like breathing not to live, but breathing because you can. Isn't it depressing? I envy people who have so much direction and love for what they do. All the skill in the world can't make you happy, when you feel nothing for your art.
Hopefully the feelings will come back.