John Norwood does not believe in waste.
When a glass falls off the kitchen counter and the shards cascade across
the floor, he heads for the workbench, not the wastebasket.
The College Point artist and former model maker for architect I.M. Pei
paints the pieces and glues them back together. He incorporates the results
into one of his dioramic boxes.
The largest of these boxes might be Norwood's unusual home. Built in 1919,
the house originally was a stable. Boats would drop off shipments of coal at
the adjacent marina, which would then be delivered across College Point by
horse and wagon.
Norwood and his wife purchased the 3/4-acre property in 1996, and he spent
the next year working on the $200,000 renovation before they could move in.
The Norwoods lease the marina to somebody else, and they do not own a boat
themselves. "I'm dumb enough to own a marina, but not dumb enough to own a
boat," he said.
From the outside, the house looks like a big, white box that blends in with
the bottling plants and other industrial buildings along the waterfront on
119th street. The address is painted in giant blue numerals, further adding to
the impression that the structure is more sweatshop than sweet home.
"What it looks like from the street isn't terribly important to me,"
He prefers to think inside the box.
Norwood, 66, connected the stable to a neighboring building with a
Plexiglas walkway and skylights, and on the second floor added two rooms out
toward the marina. These accentuate the home's panoramic waterfront view of
LaGuardia Airport and the Manhattan skyline.
This affords both a view of and sanctuary from the city, Norwood said. "You
see sun move across the sky, the tides, the seagulls - we even have a few
egrets, ducks and geese."
With the exception of the kitchen, which is almost entirely an Ikea
production, the rest of the interior decoration maintains Norwood's waste-not
"I never throw anything out, and it drives my wife crazy," he said.
"Cigarette butts, coffee cups and all the other garbage that comes into my
environment I try to make something out of."
Boat ladders he scavenged from the marina are used as bathroom shelves and
towel racks. A ship's porthole marks the doorway to one of his daughter's
Nearly every other inch of wall and floor space is filled with Norwood's
work: From paintings he did at the Chicago Art Institute more than 40 years ago
to one of his more recent orange boxes, drafted for use as a coffee table.
Norwood has made sculptures entirely out of his own cigarette butts, and
one day hopes to build a pyramid entirely out of 10 years' worth of Marlboro
One of his many boxes is made from leftover pieces from Pei's pyramids at
the Louvre in Paris, for which Norwood did the models. Another from the
skeleton of a sea turtle. Another from Styrofoam boxes used to deliver medical
supplies to his wife's nearby pediatric practice.
The paintings, boxes and sculptures that do not fit in the house adorn the
walls of his wife's practice. The rest is stored in a warehouse.
Before retiring 17 years ago, Norwood produced models and renderings for
many of Pei's best-known projects, such as the Jacob Javits Convention Center.
When the Panorama of New York at the Queens Museum was updated in the early
1990s, Norwood produced the model of the convention center.
formative years in Chicago and in Europe. But he and his wife, Dr. Ruby Malva,
have lived in Queens for three decades.
The downstairs of the house is almost entirely Norwood's domain. Hundreds
of variations on sliced columns and model cities he's made fill the tables of
His workshop, which is not heated, is filled with other ongoing works in
progress, some begun decades ago.
Norwood's work has been shown in galleries and other exhibitions, most
recently at the Queens Museum of Art in Flushing Meadows.
As much as Norwood is compulsive about saving and meticulously cataloging
every last scrap, he says he would prefer to sell it all so that he could start
anew. But his greatest fear and frustration is that his work is ultimately
destined for the garbage dump and not the gallery.
"I have been fortunate in so many ways," he said. "But I expected to find
more success as an artist. After 45 years, I feel I should have been a living
national treasure a while ago. Instead, when I'm gone, all of this will end up
in the hopper."