Missing Biscuit

Hello,
    I sure am bummed out that Randy "Biscuit" Turner died [“Making Biscuit,” Music, Aug. 19]. I had just met him by chance here in Nacogdoches only a few months back. I immediately bought one of his pieces, and as an old punker and artist myself, we started talking. We talked about obscure bands, plastic toys, and all sorts of junk for several hours. We discussed maybe doing some kind of art thing together, too. I took one of his cards, which really cracked me up, with the picture of the Fifties chef icon on it, and looked forward to calling him and working something out about getting together.
    I just wanted to tell someone that I'm going to miss him ... what an incredible artist in so many ways. In this field that's so full of pomp and ridiculous posturing, it was nice to meet a real actual artist: not just someone who saw it as a profession, but as a way of life. He was a master of many artistic fields, not just one. He accomplished more creativity in his short life than five big-shot art gurus would in all their lives combined. Truly an original.