This portrait by the young Titian reminds me of my cousin Richard who often has the same slightly quizzical, challenging look on his bearded face. It's a wonderful portrait and one can almost feel that massive puffy sleeve.

I can hardly describe my feelings when I see this self portrait by Rembrandt. It almost makes me want to weep, it's so truthful and poignant.

Mrs Carnac was born Elizabeth Rivett. She and her younger brother James were orphaned. Elizabeth married Brigadier-General John Carnac and sat for this portrait by Reynolds before they left for India at short notice. Sadly she died there when she was in her late twenties. When John Carnac eventually died he left his estate to James who became the first Rivett-Carnac and Governor of Bombay. The Carnacs never took delivery of the portrait and it was sold in 1796 after Reynolds' death.

This portrait by Goya has always reminded me of our daughter Sophie. She and Doña Isabel have the same feisty look, full of confidence.

I had to choose this painting by Turner because I love this view and have walked along The Terrace so often, marvelling at the beauty of the scene and the River Thames. Turner must have taken the view exactly where I slipped on ice and broke my hip in 2010!

This has been voted the nation's favourite painting. There's poignancy in the great battleship being pulled by a modern steam tug to be dismantled. The painting is typical of Turner in many ways: it expresses indignation at the Temeraire's ignominous end; he reflects on the contrast between old and new technologies; he brilliantly captures shimmering light and reflections; and the scene is set on his beloved River Thames. What's not to love?

I'm interested in family history and was thrilled when this terracotta medallion portrait of my great-grandmother Emily Strettell, née Trubridge, appeared on Art UK. Emily was the daughter of a Wiltshire farmer and youngest of 18 children. For reasons we've never discovered she became a ward of court of sculptor Alfred Gilbert who was a witness at her wedding at the British Embassy in Paris. This work was almost certainly a wedding present.

I had a view of the Montagne Sainte-Victoire from the kitchen window of my University Hall of Residence in Aix-en-Provence. This painting brings back happy memories from my first year after leaving school.