Published in Overland Issue 235 Winter 2019 · Uncategorized Guest artist for Overland 235: Tia Kass Tia Kasambalis Artist’s statement The cover art pays homage to those organising and fighting against the growing threat of far right political movements here in Australia and across the world. Featured is a detailed portrait of a friend and fellow antifascist organiser, accompanied by two characters symbolising solidarity. Above them, though not too high above, is a timid, racist, white Australian who wanted to ‘express his right to free speech and challenge political correctness gone mad!’. But you and I ain’t having none of that. On the back reads the famous slogan ‘No Pasaran!’ – ‘They shall not pass!’ – used in many a battle against fascist forces, most famously during the Spanish Civil War and the Battle of Cable Street. – Tia Kass Cover Artwork for short story ‘The island’ Artwork for short story ‘Hook. Line. Sinker.’ Artwork for short story ‘The Economist’ Artwork for short story ‘The Garden Bridge’ Artwork for short story ‘Of water’ Back cover Read the rest of Overland 235 If you liked these works, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four brilliant issues for a year Tia Kasambalis Tia Kasambalis is a walkley short-listed artist and illustrator based in Naarm (Melbourne). He is also a member of the Workers Art Collective. More by Tia Kasambalis › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 21 April 202621 April 2026 · Reviews Pilled to the gills: Ariel Bogle and Cam Wilson’s Conspiracy Nation Cher Tan The question that Conspiracy Nation implicitly raises isn’t why people believe in conspiracy theories but rather why people have stopped trusting official narratives. But what do we do with this knowledge? When we call something a conspiracy theory, what work are we doing? Who benefits from that designation? 17 April 2026 · Friday Fiction These old hands, they are still growing Sam Fisher It was an old house meshed in an unrelenting grid of brick and weatherboard. Its walls still stood stark, red brick. Paint like tender old sagging skin on the timber windows. A bastard of a garden surrounded it, ran up brick wall and concrete path. The lawn, dead that time of year, luminescent in the streetlight. In the center of that void, a sign, Auction.
