Burlap is historically a very utilitarian material. I cant help but always think of a sack of potatoes. Its been used as sandbags to resist rising flood waters, camouflage, landscaping, and even as the final hood on one condemned to a beheading. Nothing overly sophisticated. But for an artist this invites a freedom to stretch, unravel, cut, burn, and slice the material in ways I would not if it was an expensive, Belgian linen. The fact that it is burlap influences how I feel, think, and work long before the brushes start pushing paint.