A paragraph about art works.

Art works require two kinds of people: those who make them and those who appreciate them. Then why do the former make them and why do the latter ask for and appreciate them? There is something incomprehensible about works of art not only to their makers but also to their audiences. Artists create what is beyond their comprehension with their own hands, but it's far from unnecessary. On the contrary, it seems to me that it's in what they can't comprehend that the power and life of art lie.