How I found the Dolls

The front of Maria's house

The front of Maria’s house

It was the summer of 2008 that i met Maria for the first time 85 years of age in Bad Füssing somewhere deep down in the south of Germany. She lived in what basically can be described as an old barn opposite my luxurious wellness hotel.

 

 

 

Maria in front of her house

Maria in front of her house

She told me that she was collecting dolls all her life. Were others enjoyed holidays she was visiting markets. Every where possible. From the donation of the visitors (in her garden was a wooden sign with dolls show painted on it) she could make a living for her and her children.
She enjoyed the reactions of the visitors. They were always the same: surprised, astonished or disturbed. But they all smiled. This was how she lived for decades.

 

 

A blue doll in Maria's garden

A blue doll in Maria’s garden

It was obvious that she was too old to continue this way of life. Still strong of heart, she was barely able to walk. The farmer village she grew up in changed completely into a spa resort throughout the years. The house and everything in it was for sale already for a long time.
Frankly I had not the ambition to give up my life in Amsterdam and move up here. But the dolls…
After one night (of) sleep I called home to share that i probably was going to do something very unusual. She did not mind.

 

A room full of dolls

A room full of dolls

This website is the result of what happened after this phone call. I made Maria an offer she could not refuse. Imagine the transportation, the cleaning, the reactions (the “WHY?”), the video tape of packing 5000 dolls, an interview with Maria, the plans to create a museum and adopt even more dolls are alle subjects yet to be..(developed) in progress. It is a collection of pictures, a stage for the dolls (many generations of plastic) to be seen. For now.
Let us know what you think of it. We would love to have input. (or dolls)

 

Impressions from the door

Impressions from the door

Don’t take it too serious Smile or why not, shiver. At the end of the day it is better to have a fetish than a stomach ulcer.
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