Every time I throw away an abused, no-longer-serviceable paintbrush, I think of the Reverend Howard Finster:
“LIFE:TIME ART-SUPPLIES WORE OUT BY HOWARD FINSTER”
Just look at all those dried-up Sharpies! He staple-gunned every single one he ever used–along with every pencil nub, every squeezed-out tube of paint–all around the walls of this little outdoor building. He made a memorial to being industrious, to documenting your hard work, then stepping back and sending it out into the world.
That’s the way you do it.