They asked for woven room dividers; I asked for time with the light. We pinned test panels near a window and watched how the weave breathed as the sun moved. Privacy matters, yes—but so does softness. I wanted the pattern to filter, not block.
We referenced traditional lattice work and contemporary textile grids without copying either. The rule: no ornament that doesn’t serve the room. When guests sit down, the dividers should hold the space together and then disappear into it.
I built the rhythm with restraint: thick-thin repeats, deliberate gaps, a warm neutral cord that doesn’t fight the menu or the art. Up close, the texture tells a story; from across the dining room, it just feels calm. That’s the point.
We tested how servers move, how conversations carry, how ambient light hits a glass. Design isn’t just what you look at—it’s how you move through it. The final install feels like a breath you didn’t know you were holding.