‘This is a painting of my grandfather on the morning he died,’ says Lewis. ‘At the top of the painting you can see a watery image of a rainbow emanating from the mouth, a reference to the spirit or soul leaving the body and evaporating into the ether. Below the rainbow is an area of blank canvas, left empty, a space for what future experience was left incomplete.’ Shroud uses the form of a novelty custom-printed fleece blanket to create Lewis’ characteristic compositional device of pictures-within-pictures, individual paintings sewn together. Scenes and images from Lewis’ grandfather’s life - first family car, a caravan, feeding a robin in the garden by hand - are knit together with zigzagging brushstrokes, like applique stitching: ‘The same thread we all carry, connecting the story of our lives.’