The East Coast-native Nancy Holt, who died in 2014, spent her last 20 years in New Mexico, taken with the vastness of the desert. She was raised in New Jersey, a state that featured consistently in her oeuvre. “Looking back, I think growing up in New Jersey was a wonderful experience because it’s a limbo place,” Holt said, “surrounded by the decay of the industrial revolution. And New Jersey had the first highway culture.” Though she was a mistress of spatial poetry—from audio, video, and drawing to monumental earthworks—Holt never categorized her work, and preferred to think of herself as a “perception artist.” Compared to male peers, including her husband Robert Smithson, she flew under the radar. But her art, which focused on issues of time, space, and location, and once seemed esoteric, now feels eerily contemporary. This exhibition at Goodwood fills two galleries and the surrounding landscape. —Elena Clavarino