Rock of ages cleft for me

I want to cut a mountain in half. A small one. Like so.

Gordon Matta-Clark – Splitting (1974).

I’m not talking about the coal industry flatlining the EEG of West Virginia one decapitated summit at a time.

In the spirit of performing geological processes for art’s sake, I figure, if the Green River running through Dinosaur National Park could split a mountain down its middle, I should be able to slice my way through a molehill – with elbow grease and a big enough water knife.

It would be a neat trick. Neater still: putting the peak back together again.

The northwestern half of Split Mountain, Utah (+ Eva for scale).