Joey’s work examines the landscape of her childhood, continually growing and changing as the years pass. She often works on found materials; layering, erasing, obscuring and pouring, reflecting the constantly shifting estuary of the river Spey.
"The tide is high as we watch the waves. My friend says that every seventh wave is a big one, so we crouch down and count. We shout to be heard over the roar of the sea and wind and the rush of the stones being sucked up and spat out again. There is excitement, but a sense of vulnerability too, as we are young, and the sea seems to be coming for us. The constantly shifting shingle we are on is like a living organism, capable of concealing and making sudden, surprising revelations. There is a haptic memory too; these rocks made smooth by their slow journey down the Spey from the hinterland. Washed westwards along the coast by the Longshore Drift and further polished by the waves. I know the feeling of that stone in my hand and the particular sensation of walking on those huge shingle plains."