About

When I was a kid, golfers would hit errant shots into our yard. After a few months, I had buckets full of golf balls. I came up with the idea to sit by the rough and sell them back to the golfers. After all, if you were already looking for your ball, why not buy a few more in case you lost another?

It felt brilliant. I was sure I’d make millions.

New balls in the pro shop were three for $12. I sold mine three for $6. I even made a sign. One day, I lugged a lawn chair, a bucket of freshly cleaned balls, and that sign out to the edge of our yard.

After some time, though, I discovered one major flaw in my plan: my parents’ house sat on the 4th fairway. The golfers hadn’t lost all their balls—or their willpower—yet. I didn’t sell a single one.

Still, something stirred in me that day. I realized I was entrepreneurial. Creative.

Years later, while living in NYC, I commissioned an art print from a local artist and fell in love with it—the lines, the shading, the colors. Everything about it. Curious how she did it, I decided to try to learn for myself.

I started sketching simple things—my favorite store on the Upper West Side, neighborhood restaurants. Whenever I posted them on Instagram, people would comment, “Looks great,” “Nice sketch,” or, “You should sell these!”

So I started Neat Sketch, Bro.

I hope you enjoy.