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 by hand 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. I spent the next few months cutting that thin metal with tin snips into 10″ almost-squares, and painting one piece after another.
The title came about because 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.
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.