I am fascinated by this: The Art of Clean Up by Ursus Wehrli. The artist shows an everyday scene, then shows it rearranged so that all the objects are grouped by category. Like this:
At first they just caused me to laugh a bit, but scrolling through all of them gave me a bit of a chill. Somehow the transformation from ordered to disordered touched a nerve, and my guess is that it’s because it sets off conflicting reactions which the brain finds difficult to resolve. For me the first reaction is that the organization, the neatness, provides satisfaction. There is something comforting about a scene where everything is neat. But at the same time, the neatness is completely unnatural and kind of disturbing: what force could possibly have acted on that scene to do that to it? And in their rearranged states, the items become detached from their purposes, useless perhaps. It seems as though there is a malevolent intellect at work. Which of course there is, in the form of the artist. What’s particularly weird is the one of the park, because some of the objects reordered are people, and the way they lie there is horrid, cemetery-like, reminiscent of those diagrams of slave ships that you would see in history classes.
Check it out, I recommend.