André Heller, born in 1947, is no longer a youth. While it doesn't sound like it, there is a compliment in it. Silver beard and white hair do not need any additional tinsel, the eyes need glasses. No ailment, a win. Now Heller had never been blind, but as he matures he sees better and better: He looks deeper into himself and more sharply out of himself. What he once seemed to be merely asserting, he has now demonstrated through his work and effect: that his world is the whole world and that he is an air person and a quick traveler, at home everywhere and nowhere.