I prefer indirect light.
Of course, there are moments when we seek clear brightness, the direct beam, sharp and intense. But when indirect light returns, it feels like a homecoming to something essential within us.
Perhaps it recalls the gentle opaline glow that bathed our first moments in the womb? Or maybe it evokes the muted glow we create for our children, especially when they are very small? Or does it echo the soothing shade our elders look for under the trees when the sun burns too strong?
Indirect light wraps spaces with shades and warmths always in harmony with the elements—precisely because it absorbs them. I’ve always been struck by the serenity that settles in when it diffuses somewhere. Voices soften, calm spreads, as if the light were smoothing everything around.
There is never any harshness in indirect light, even when it is bright: no aggressive beam striking the eye. Again, it’s all a matter of blends and textures: the wood of the lamp, the grain of the wall, the reflection of a chest of drawers or a shelf appear everywhere. The gentle breath of light then moves through the room, settling in comfortably, in balance.
Direct light merely illuminates the setting; indirect light becomes part of it, making the place more elegant, more comfortable, more serene. It is a discreet and gifted backdrop that blends seamlessly with all the important moments of our lives.
I design my Uphile lamps with this demand in mind, so they may harmonize with yours.