About a year ago, I've discovered an art naïve gallery not far from where I live. Since then, it's been my frequent "safe haven", supplying me with an emotional refill. I found naïve art at it's best very inspiring and providing the simple and much-needed feeling of happiness that is kept mostly in a bright childhood memories.
Since I'm no good at drawing, I try to apply the naive mood to my felt crafts. This one is called "Sheep on a hill".