I was broke, in the middle of a divorce, and in dire need of an inexpensive canvas (substrate, surface, thing to paint on) to paint on that would allow me to work in the encaustic paints I had just started making for my own use. Being a regular at the local big box hardware store late at night, it was only a matter of time before I found rolls of metal flashing for a fraction of the cost of a pack of panels, no power tool purchases needed. I spent the next few months cutting that one long roll of thin metal into 10″ almost-squares, and painting one piece after another.
The title is a reference to how each one felt like a little world – to myself, and to more than a few writers & authors I hung out with on Google+. Stories would sometimes be written about paintings, and I loved hearing about the worlds others saw in them. (I’ve lost the stories, so if you happen to be one of those authors or writers, or write one, I’d love to leave a link back to your Flash Fiction piece with the associated painting.)