Ex nihilo is a Latin phrase meaning "out of nothing". It often appears in conjunction with the concept of creation, as in creatio ex nihilo, meaning "creation out of nothing"—chiefly in philosophical or theological contexts, but also occurs in other fields.
I've been in LA for a little over a year and a half now, and I'm still trying to figure it out... I've gotten the hang of a few things; alternate traffic routes when the freeway is at a standstill, go-to cafes, I've even condensed my response to the very frequently asked question "Soooooo, what are you doing out here?".
Los Angeles is a glowing beacon of hope and artistry to so many, and yet it manages to strip its transplants down to their base elements upon arrival; And I want to know why? I know this may not be true for everyone who, for whatever reason, decides to settle here- but I think if you are in pursuit of a creative life, you're susceptible.
It's as if you've been thrown into the middle of the desert with only your ego to keep you sane. So here you are, in the desert, arrogant yet somehow insecure and already exhausted.
Now, I'm not sure if it was my youthful delusion that fueled the idea the city would inspire me and open up all these spaces in my chest, or If I'm just overly romantic when it comes to major metropolitan areas. But I thought that if all these people were flocking to the same desert to "make stuff" there must be some greater cosmic reason.
But there wasn't. There was no artsy person bat signal,. It was all a matter of practicality; the weather was nicer- the land was cheaper and more diverse than the east coast, and filmmakers were able to escape Edison's Trust ( you can read more on that here )
So with that reality check promptly deposited in my bank account I've arrived at Ex nihilo - out of nothing. Those that come here and push against the climate of superficiality contribute a little piece of their energy to sustain the city on fire. They pull from within and build something beautiful. I've been afraid to take the next step out here. Once the city showed its true form and all the sparkly intriguing bits lost their mystery it was just me, standing alone, in the middle of the desert.
While this may seem like a solemn realization, one that is not particularly full of hope, I find a great deal of peace in it. I feel like I've passed the first check point and quieted some of the noise. There is still so much work to do but I feel a greater sense of clarity moving forward.