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Book: Tarzan of the Apes

Posted by: Andrea Kalfas

I’ve had a lot on my plate lately, and haven’t been able to put as much time into Tarzan as I would like, so I apologize, everyone, for that.  This next piece coming up is going to be the first one to feature fully fleshed out Jane.  Oh, Jane.  For some reason, I really struggled with her look, so it took me a little bit to be satisfied, but here she is! a little preview at least.  She’s inspired by Maureen O’Sullivan, the actress who played Jane in at least a couple of the Tarzan films of the 30s alongside Johnny Weissmuller.  O’Sullivan is a brunette, yeah, but I’ve always pictured Jane as blond.  Stay tuned!


November 15, 2010 at 7:47 pm 1 comment

The crest of Lord Greystoke

Book: Tarzan of the Apes

Posted by: Andrea Kalfas

Picking it up to examine it, Clayton gave a cry of astonishment, for the ring bore the crest of the house of Greystoke.

As they were preparing the skeleton of the man for burial, Cayton discovered a massive ring which had evidently encircled the man’s finger at the time of his death, for one of the slender bones of the hand still lay within the golden bauble.

After, they’re marooned on Tarzan’s beach, Jane Porter and William Cecil Clayton (who happens to be Tarzan’s cousin), discover how the late Greystokes, Tarzan’s parents, met their end.

“…here,” he replied gravely, “is the great ring of the house of Greystoke which has been lost since my uncle, John Clayton, the former Lord Greystoke, disappeared, presumably lost at sea”

“But how do you account for these things being here in this savage African jungle?” exclaimed the girl.

“There is but one way to account for it, Miss Porter,” said Clayton. “The late Lord Greystoke was not drowned. He died here in this cabin and this poor thing upon the floor is all that is mortal of him.”

There’s no description in any of the Tarzan books of the crest of Greystoke so…..I made it up!  Hope it looks acceptable!

August 17, 2010 at 7:14 pm 2 comments

His Own Kind

Book: Tarzan of the Apes

Illustrated by: Andrea Kalfas

…As he turned, the little, mean faced man drew a revolver from his belt and shot the giant in the back.  The big fellow threw his hands above his head, his knees bent beneath him, and without a sound he tumbled forward upon the beach, dead.

The report of the weapon, the first that Tarzan had ever heard, filled him with wonderment, but even this unaccustomed sound could not startle his healthy nerves into even a semblance of panic.

The conduct of the white strangers it was that caused him the greatest perturbation.  He puckered his brows into a frown of deep thought.  It was well, thought he, that he had not given way to his first impulse to rush forward and greet these white men as brothers.

Ok so here’s the finished image!  I love this one.  And here’s where it starts to get really good!  Moments later, Miss Jane Porter will be setting foot on Tarzan’s beach and their love story will begin!  Woo!  On a related note, did you know that Jane Goodall was inspired by the Tarzan stories when she began her famous work with chimps and even said she thought she’d make a better wife for him than the fictional Jane?  Cute!

Click on the image to enlarge.  Plus check out my blog ( for some initial Jane sketches.  Thanks guys!

July 19, 2010 at 6:33 pm 5 comments

Tarzan’s grief

Posted by: Andrea Kalfas

Book: Tarzan of the Apes

Tarzan’s grief and anger were unbounded.  He roared out his hideous challenge time and again.  He beat upon his great chest with his clenched fists, and then he fell upon the body of Kala and sobbed out the pitiful sorrowing of his lonely heart.  To lose the only creature in all his world who ever had manifested love and affection for him was the greatest tragedy he had ever known.

While Tarzan is down at the beach spending time in his parent’s cabin, he hears a commotion in the direction of his tribe and rushes back to them.  Kala has been killed by Kulonga, the first man since Tarzan to set foot in the ape’s part of the jungle, who shoots her with a poisoned arrow while hunting for his tribe.  Tarzan tracks the man down and discovers his village…of cannibals!  He kills Kulonga by literally hanging him from the tree tops before the terrified faces of the villagers, while staying completely hidden, and begins a long series of haunting tricks on the village that will, eventually, come back to haunt him later.

For this one, I decided to keep it simple.  Hope you like it!

June 14, 2010 at 7:07 pm 5 comments

The mad whirl of the Death Dance

Book: Tarzan of the Apes

Posted by: Andrea Kalfas

“Another male then sprang into the arena, and, repeating the horrid cries of his king, followed stealthily in his wake.  Another and another followed in quick succession until the jungle reverberated with the now almost ceaseless notes of their bloodthirsty screams.  It was the challenge and the hunt.”

So here, finally, is the piece I promised from last months’ post.  I’m hoping since this is an empty weekend for the blog, that folks won’t mind if I sneak in just this one, and have two Tarzan posts this month…

I’ve never limited my colors quite this much, but I’m liking it!  This is one of my favorite parts of the book.  Tarzan wins some respect from the tribe during “the Dum-Dum”, a sort of interpretive killing spree where the males of the tribe leap in circles around the corpse of an enemy ape and beat it to a pulp before devouring the remains.

“Tarzan was one of the wild, leaping horde…None was more stealthy in the mimic hunt, none more ferocious than he in the wild ferocity of the attack, none who leaped so high into the air in the Dance of Death.”

Tarzan is still young, so once all the males start feasting on the corpse, he can hardly push through the wall of frenzied apes to get a bite.  He uses the knife he found in his parent’s cabin, however, to cut off a forearm! (I always thought that was kinda crazy) and retreats to the edge of the circle to eat it.  Tublat, Tarzan’s foster father, attacks Tarzan for the chunk of meat, and when he can’t catch the boy, goes into a rage.  Kala, Tarzan’s mother is almost killed as a result, but Tarzan saves her, leaping in front of Tublat as he rushes towards them, and plunging his knife “a dozen times into the broad beast.”  Thus Tarzan becomes a mighty killer.

May 2, 2010 at 11:10 am 4 comments

Outwitting Sabor

Book: Tarzan of the Apes

Posted by: Andrea Kalfas

At last came she who Tarzan sought, with lithe sinews rolling beneath shimmering hide; fat and glossy came Sabor, the lioness…Nearer and nearer she came to where Tarzan of the Apes crouched upon his limb, the coils of his long rope poised ready in his hand.

Like a thing of bronze, motionless as death, sat Tarzan.  Sabor passed beneath.

Tarzan at this point is passing his adoptive family in craftiness.  He weaves a rope out of jungle vines and learns how to lasso his ape friends and soon learns he can also use it as a weapon.  He’s discovered the cabin on the beach where he was born, and without any idea as to his origins, has been visiting it whenever he can.  In a picture book he sees images of young English men and of apes and is discovering more and more differences between himself and his family.  He even teaches himself to read by deciphering the “little bugs” on the pages.

Tarzan starts hunting Sabor not just because she’s the enemy of his tribe, but because he wants to establish himself as the mightiest hunter, AND he wants clothes.

So I’m a little out of order here.  At a certain point I just felt like I’d been looking too long at the last Tarzan piece, and it was getting weird…but it will be finished and be up!  For now though, I thought I’d just move on and stay on schedule too!  Hope you like it!

April 19, 2010 at 3:26 pm 2 comments

welcome to the jungle

Posted by: Andrea Kalfas
Book: Tarzan of the Apes
(purchase on Amazon)

well, almost!  I’m sorry to do this to you folks!  Things got away from me this month.  Soon Tarzan and his ape family will be leaping and feasting and going wild in this setting, but for now I can only bring you part of the way there.  Once the final is ready it’ll go right up, along with a little chapter summary.

So, thanks for your patience!  Can’t wait to see Lizzy Stewart’s new piece up tomorrow!

March 15, 2010 at 5:32 pm 1 comment

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