Me. Worth not much.
It’s way better than anything I could do but it’s as much fine art as a hamburger - the sort of thing that bored housewives with little talent paint in art groups and then exhibit at shopping malls. Then some kind person they know will buy it as a favour and it winds up at the charity shop.
If it makes big ears happy then good luck to him but why on earth anybody would be thrilled because he painted it is a mystery. And it’s just prints being sold anyway.
Peasant wannabes getting excited about nothing. Pffft.