THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

We can smell the scent of a steaming pot of jasmine rice… Sunlight pours in from an October afternoon, and already we feel the compression of the gallery lifted from our shoulders… As one sits down for the bowl (white enamel with blue rims) of food, one begins to realize that this is a distinctively different experience from others we have had in an art gallery or with art.

Rirkrit Tiravanija, No Ghosts in the Wall, 2004