It began in 2009 at a bead shop, with my hands covering my ears, when my mother leaned towards me and whispered that I ought to 'just' make my own ceramic beads. Creating anything with clay is a multi-step process that takes several days and requires equipment I didn't have. But her suggestion sparked something in me and not only did I find myself fiddling with a block of clay, but soon thereafter shopping for something I had never considered - a kiln. I got a small one that I could move around the one bedroom apartment I shared with my two small children at the time, Coco and Cori. To keep them and the kiln safe from one another I would run it from the bathtub overnight. corico, if you haven't guessed by now, is the combination of their names.