At first, Dnepropetrovsk seems like an odd place to create a sophisticated art project: factories, smokestacks, powerlines, industrial workers with perhaps very little interest in the arts and generally low level of quality of life.
Regional cliques, from such places as Dnepropetrovsk (home to Messrs Lazarenko and his successor, as well as to Mr Kuchma's old rocket factory and to the reform-minded Mr Tigipko), have simply grabbed what Soviet assets were worth taking and then, in league with government, used an array of regulations to keep genuine entrepreneurs out.