A sensation from the outside world suddenly hits me, upsets me. My feelings grow to such an extent that I find it necessary to give them a form in order to free myself from them. A painting is for me, an explanation that I owe myself. Silence and meditation have opened to me a world where nothing is impossible. I am suddenly conscious of a new life-force that compels me to express myself and define what I see. Next comes the joy of work, the pleasure of handling colors which fascinate me. My love of life seems complete only when I have put it down on my canvas. It is an intense joy.

Sakti Burman

Artist statement, Indian Painters in Paris, Lalit Kala Contemporary 4, New Delhi, 1966, p. 12