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What is the most professional way to handle a guest breaking a piece of artwork at an opening? This has happened to me a couple of times this year, and I’m at a loss for a.) how to prevent it from happening (short of posting signs that say “please no running in the gallery”); and b.) how to handle it once it does happen (is it better to calmly tuck the work away and inform the artist, or yell at the person who has broken the piece, etc., etc.)? There are also insurance implications here…
It remains to be seen if accidental harm can be prevented. Obviously, parents of rambunctious children should be reminded of their duties with a discreet request to take them in hand. The Museum of Contemporary Craft in Portland, Oregon — which often hosts shows of invitingly tactile work — has small signs scattered throughout the space advising patrons: “Touching harms the art.” If you’re working in a place where you think someone might be inspired to run, by all means, put out a sign that says, “Please no running in the gallery.” Your job is to protect the art, so do what it takes to guard fragile or potentially fragile work from abuse, whether that means a polite whisper to a particularly animated guest or putting “keep-back” tape lines on the floor to remind patrons to maintain a safe distance.

Dan Flavin, Untitled (to Helga and Carlo, with Respect and Affection), 1974.
But oh, I feel your pain! — not every “accident” is accidental. Years and years ago, at an opening reception for my husband’s work, I spied a young man about to touch one of the wall-hung motorized sculptures. Clear across the gallery, the director was deep in conversation with a group of patrons; the gallery assistants were nowhere to be seen. Rather than wait for someone else to notice, I walked over to find the man cranking on an immobile part of the work. “Please don’t touch the artwork,” I said. With his hand still on the work, he replied drunkenly, “It’s not working. It’s broken.” So I reached out and took his hand away from the piece, saying, “It’s not broken, it’s on a timer.” Rather than back off, he slurred insistently that the work was not functioning. I reiterated that it was timed to go on and off at intervals, and if he wanted to see it move he would have to wait. Continuing to argue with me, he reached up to touch it again and I had to physically place myself between him and the piece. As you can imagine, it ended badly with me asking him (as politely as I could) to leave the gallery. He did, but I heard later from friends that he lurked out front for a bit with his inebriated pals, apparently waiting to “kick my ass.”