Waller is gleefully celebrating highway architecture by painting the remains of the days when Americans could afford to be whimsical in their plans, individual in their pursuits, and optimistic about their prospects. She works almost exclusively with acrylic paint. Plastic-based and fifties born, this once radical medium is well suited to her subject matter both thematically and historically. Wasn’t the future great then? Those heady days following World War II when newfound pride, wealth and consumerism fueled highways and launched architecture that was meant to entertain, entice, and enthrall. Riding down a New Jersey roadway, when cars were still made of metal and sported wings, was like a trip through an amusement park. There were shiny slices of Mom-and-Pop shops served up with neon, ice cream stands glowing through steamy, summer nights, and a vast network of animated signs that spun, pulsed, and pantomimed. Getting there really was half the fun yet so many of these zany treasures are now gone, threatened or in rapid decline. They serve as Waller’s own personal metaphor of aging complete with the bittersweet hauntings of all our kindred lives lived, loved and lost.