Essay by Anthony Hayden-Guest.
On the face of it what Mike Cockrill is doing here is upright and straightforward, Boy Scoutish even, which is not a bad metaphor, considering that he was himself a Boy Scout during those years when he was unknowingly accumulating the material that would be the core of much of his mature work.
Kent Fine Art, New York. 2011
90 pp., 45 color plates, Clothbound