Usually badly lit means too little light. Once in a while it is the exact opposite.
Lee and Laurette's Scottsdale kitchen came to us drowning in fixtures. Close to thirty of the small four inch halogen recessed cans. Three pendants over the peninsula and two more over the island. Three sconces tucked into the skylight recess. Strip lighting on top of the upper cabinets and along the soffit, under cabinet lighting, toe kick lighting, a hanging light over the breakfast nook, and still more of it spilling into the family room. Nine switches to run the whole circus.
And it barely worked. The cans were halogen, buried in the ceiling insulation, and they ran so hot they shut themselves off after five to seven minutes. One would cool down and flicker back on just as another quit. The ceiling was a slow, random light show nobody asked for.
We removed every single light location and started over fresh. The kitchen is large, so we could not skimp: ten canless LED ceiling lights in the kitchen, four more around the breakfast nook table with a medium chandelier above it, and three pendants over the peninsula. We reduced the cabinet accent lighting to a single 24 volt LED strip recessed into a channel on the underside of the upper cabinets, in place of the jumble that was there. And rather than putting a new strip light back above the soffit, we added one directional recessed light aimed to spotlight the personal items they display on the plant shelf. Nine switches became five, and every layer went on a dimmer.
Lee and Laurette are thrilled. The ceiling does not look cluttered with lights anymore, and the new ones do not get hot and shut themselves off at unpredictable times. The point was never more light. It was the right light, planned.
This one carried work most lighting projects do not. Pulling thirty cans leaves thirty holes, so the entire ceiling had to be repaired and repainted.